I think being indecisive is fine with you.
I asked you to bridge our hands and dance beneath the tears of the rain but you told me, “we might catch a cold.” I spoke that I wanted a bottle of strong beer to lure out the fragments of dark smokes the day produced for me but you said, “this water will help.”
I would want to smoke before you – just to test it out – but you frowned and thought, “why would you?” I needed you; your heat and folds to reassure me when I cried but you held my shoulder and smiled as you spoke, “no need for that – just be strong!”
I think this feeling will get nothing out of you.
I think I want a free-self from you.
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