Voices say if we were together you’d be unfaithful, and regularly if not constantly cheat on me with either men or women, whatever suits your fancy.
I’ve given you all the love I can muster from myself over these last few years.
My ups and downs, my quick thinking and turn arounds.
I just want the voices to stop talking about you.
I’d be able to move on then.
There isn’t anyone else on the planet I’ve given this much time and attention to, and still you won’t love me back.
I’m not going to try and force you either.
They say loving someone means to stand beside them and the thousand deaths they have for the people they turn into. Something like that.
I just believe loving you is being able to let you go and do what you need to, to do what’s good for you.
I don’t know where I’m going with this.
I’m gonna stop typing now.