Regrets

Shackles

“kiss, kiss.”

It drags on and on.

There will be worse days.

Says the wide hypowackerlucidify.

Everyone cares.

But I try not to.

That’s the consequences of being the Unconvential.

You spit at me.

It feels like paradise.

Leave me alone is the most childish sentence I make.

This is not my armchair.

This is surely not my home.

I hesitate.

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Self-handicapping

Should I or should I not.

You’ve clearly shown that you don’t understand what “give me time” means.

You get aggro.

I decrease my input.

You can’t treat me like this.

You think I’m disrespectful.

You think I’m unreasonable.

You think I don’t listen.

You think I’m ungrateful.

You think I expect too much.

You think I purposely make you feel bad about yourself.

Maybe it’s you who needs a change of view.

Show me that you care in other ways.

If you think I’m being too demanding, then go find somebody else.

Seriously.

Be nice and thoughtful.

You used to be like that.

Do something about it.

Don’t just try.

Elvis Penis

Ignore the random title.

Don’t read too much into it.

It was just one kiss.

How could one kiss just leave me wondering.

What if.

You hugged me a little longer than I thought you would.

Was I too rash?

To hate you so quickly.

To remove my love from you instantly.

We’ll never know.

What if.