much less another human being.
Not because you're unloveable but because I lose to apathy every time and how it whispers I'd suffer less if I just didn't invest.
Because perfect love is kind, patient, holds no record of wrongs, and bears with everything. It's inhumane.
Because perfect love is kind, patient, holds no record of wrongs, and bears with everything. It's inhumane.
How do I begin to describe an emotion that looks like neglect? It's like I don't think you care and it makes me feel so hollow. Like a split canoe. A frayed shoelace. A flyer that gets passed out on the streets but drops on the ground to record the footsteps of everyone who doesn't see me.
I hate the word "whatever" but there might be a reason I'm using it more often these days.
okay stop whining now okay
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