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Separation Anxiety
I’ve always been afflicted when it comes to daydreaming & overthinking, especially when I get attached to people, and their personalities.
In such a short time, I get attached to people whom I shouldn’t tether myself to, under any circumstances when measured upon the axis of right & wrong.
People, whom couldn’t care less about me as I’m entertaining myself with their energy whilst flirting with danger, all in the name of craving love.
A love I’ve never known but oft craved.
And I pondered the way he stared at me a little too much because it’s those lingering moments that pulled me into his undercurrent, and I’m drowning in the words that hang upon my lips that I can’t seem to release.
Contemplating, right from wrong and it’s not right to want what I can’t have, and tomorrow will be a day of mourning for all the things I couldn’t bring myself to say.
And some things are best left unsaid to mitigate the casualties, whilst cradling the impending grief & loss associated with the loss, and being misunderstood whilst channeling love in the wrong direction.
Had he been the slightest interested in me, he’d be blowing up my phone to make plans whilst he had the chance but we’re both not willing to take any risks as such.
I fucking hate goodbyes... and I’ve no reason to stay as my motivation has walked out the door with the one person that kept me grounded for months !
In such a short time, I get attached to people whom I shouldn’t tether myself to, under any circumstances when measured upon the axis of right & wrong.
People, whom couldn’t care less about me as I’m entertaining myself with their energy whilst flirting with danger, all in the name of craving love.
A love I’ve never known but oft craved.
And I pondered the way he stared at me a little too much because it’s those lingering moments that pulled me into his undercurrent, and I’m drowning in the words that hang upon my lips that I can’t seem to release.
Contemplating, right from wrong and it’s not right to want what I can’t have, and tomorrow will be a day of mourning for all the things I couldn’t bring myself to say.
And some things are best left unsaid to mitigate the casualties, whilst cradling the impending grief & loss associated with the loss, and being misunderstood whilst channeling love in the wrong direction.
Had he been the slightest interested in me, he’d be blowing up my phone to make plans whilst he had the chance but we’re both not willing to take any risks as such.
I fucking hate goodbyes... and I’ve no reason to stay as my motivation has walked out the door with the one person that kept me grounded for months !
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