Hang me up and leave me there to perish for I’d rather take a stand and die then let my soul be sucked by the formalities of the day. What’s the use of today when it’s just preparing me for tomorrow? Why can’t we live for today and fuck the rest?
The face you put on every day is your defense mechanism. Why can’t I see you for what you are? My ideal of you blind sights me for what you really are and that, my friend, places you on a pedestal in my eye.
This pedestal does not fit you, you’re slipping slowly but my mind can’t allow an empty space so there you will remain forever .The past 7 years will mean nothing and you my indifferent stranger will stay number one in my head regardless of what you do to me.
Is that love or fearful obsession?
The face you put on every day is your defense mechanism. Why can’t I see you for what you are? My ideal of you blind sights me for what you really are and that, my friend, places you on a pedestal in my eye.
This pedestal does not fit you, you’re slipping slowly but my mind can’t allow an empty space so there you will remain forever .The past 7 years will mean nothing and you my indifferent stranger will stay number one in my head regardless of what you do to me.
Is that love or fearful obsession?
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