awakening up to the inconsistent insertion of wills mismatched syncretism pushing and pulling on my heart space
will you ? will I? will we?
until their was no we and it became only you
and only I .
my presence seems to burn you and makes you push me further away.
You take your stance across from me as if I am what you most dread to see. I see the resentment because of how you don't want to love me but do deep down but you deny it so much I guess I'll never know the truth.
I wanted it to be us .
you...