Our routine is back to normal, both just absently waiting for a text? Seeing each other every two weeks?
Sunday you sad that we had something to discuss, but then you came, fucked me and left.
And what about the thing? It was forgotten like your love for me.
Maybe you're just like me, scared to talk about feelings, afraid that you'll become weak.
But I at least have a decency to admit it? But your just a scared boy refusing to grow up.
I'm scared to tell you that I love you. If you knew that you could destroy me, you could shatter me to pieces and not even care.
And that scares me more than losing you. I won't lose myself for you. I won't let that happen until you feel the same as me.
I won't show vulnerability. I'm going to be strong.
Even if we end up like strangers.