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Tepid is BS
Hmm. So. Whats new ?!
You pushed me away then, and still, 20 years later you can't find the words to reach me, other than we'll see how we go, and then you block me again because I don’t want your uncertainty and tepid approach to passion, love & desire.
Well. I don't wanna see how we go, when the heart wants what it wants but your dishonest lukewarm headfuckery is just that; headfuckery !
Evidently, you learnt the art of trashing my heart way back then, and you're still fucking doing it, without any fucking conscience, or care whatsoever.
Well. I'm not going back to that platform to pour my heart & soul into the bottomless pit of your heart when you don’t know how to give back; to nurture & nourish another, both emotionally & psychologically.
You're entirely heartless, and you just don't care for anyone else, but your self.
Maybe, we’re the same from that perspective.
However, when I move back to your sleepy little hometown for employment purposes, which is already in train in terms of processing the paperwork; don't be surprised if I cross the road to avoid ever making eye contact with you.
You might revel in the pain you cause, but I do not, and I’m tired of tepid callous hands touching me.
Sighs.
You pushed me away then, and still, 20 years later you can't find the words to reach me, other than we'll see how we go, and then you block me again because I don’t want your uncertainty and tepid approach to passion, love & desire.
Well. I don't wanna see how we go, when the heart wants what it wants but your dishonest lukewarm headfuckery is just that; headfuckery !
Evidently, you learnt the art of trashing my heart way back then, and you're still fucking doing it, without any fucking conscience, or care whatsoever.
Well. I'm not going back to that platform to pour my heart & soul into the bottomless pit of your heart when you don’t know how to give back; to nurture & nourish another, both emotionally & psychologically.
You're entirely heartless, and you just don't care for anyone else, but your self.
Maybe, we’re the same from that perspective.
However, when I move back to your sleepy little hometown for employment purposes, which is already in train in terms of processing the paperwork; don't be surprised if I cross the road to avoid ever making eye contact with you.
You might revel in the pain you cause, but I do not, and I’m tired of tepid callous hands touching me.
Sighs.
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