With an open gash pulsing on my arm like
a beacon of “Ohyeah, did I screw this one up”...
Stitches might have been a good idea.
But now it is way too late to get that done,
maybe I should just learn to do it myself.
And you keep telling me that I can “lean on you”
Do Not Keep Saying This To Me.
You will only get yourself hurt. You
can not know me well enough yet to even
begin to know of the damage I could
do. I could break you in two.
Stay away from me. Stop trying to
get closer. Stop trying to cuddle up
and hold me close with a hug.
I am a dangerous weapon. I can tear apart
even the sweetest of you.
I am the plague, black as death and
you won’t even know until it is too
late.
So,
please for your own sake.
Just... stop trying to get so
close.
I wont speak for every man out there nor will i promote myself, but in such a scenario. I would do exactly as your male character, i would be there regardless of how much you wanted me there.
I would hold your arm as you stitch, and be there day and night. Waiting for the moment that you let down your barriers and let me in. Then i could see the real you, then i could maybe have my feelings returned.
But until that day, i would be standing with the first aid kit and the practiced smile, hoping you'd find it in your heart to accept me.
I wont speak for every man out there nor will i promote myself, but in such a scenario. I would do exactly as your male character, i would be there regardless of how much you wanted me there.
I would hold your arm as you stitch, and be there day and night. Waiting for the moment that you let down your barriers and let me in. Then i could see the real you, then i could maybe have my feelings returned.
But until that day, i would be standing with the first aid kit and the practiced smile, hoping you'd find it in your heart to accept me.
Every day I wake up now is a gift, because I tried to stop the sun from rising.
I find talking to be the hardest thing ever, but I am trying to find the words.
My hair is a constantly changing cre.. more..