Even when I'm not supposed to. Even when saying that made me sound like a masochistic freak of love. I adore you even though I walk on thin ice whenever I'm with you. It's like, I'm always trying to carry my own weight so that the ice underneath me would not crack because certainly falling into you would hurt. Like the waters beneath the ice, you are cold and you drown me with that cold. Too much of you would lead to a frostbite.
I adore you even when I should actually feel whatever's opposite of that word. I mean, jeez, you're there and then you're not and then when you've decided to come back again, you're even colds than last time. I didn't know there was such a thing as ice getting colder.
I adore you even when I should actually be walking the other way. How do you detach yourself from something youve come to adore so much?
Please. Leave me. Because I don't think I ever can.
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