disarmament
so yes it’s true.
i’ve been quasi-avoiding you.
but i’d never tell you that.
because i’d never hear your voice again.
and i’d never let you think
for one second
that you were winning this game.
or that i even thought that i might be losing.
so yes it’s true.
i feel all of these things for you.
and i know you better than anyone.
i think that’s safe to say.
and i really really like you.
i’d go so far as to say love.
and not doubt it.
so yes it’s true.
it hurts a little to think about you.
and your voice saying to her ‘i love you’
and i’m so fucking paranoid.
that i can’t ask, it hurts less to just assume.
and it bothers me that i still feel this way
i’m still so in love with me.
(who i used to be)
so yes it’s true.
i’m still in love with you.
and you still go on, living.
you still go on without me.
without even realizing.
i want to knock on your head and say hello.
the student has a full six pack but is missing the little plastic thing that holds it all together
so yes it’s true.
maybe this is a little bit more
than just work-related stress.
but it’s fucking hard to tell.
i’m so godammed vague these days.