And its just like you're at work.
9:25am
You tell me not to touch you or talk to you.
Im sorry if its a morning thing.
I want to walk and walk but its hard to see,
And it scares me.
Yet I feel stupid and all my thoughts are just
Too small to matter.
This is devastating
And im sure I don't really know
what that word means either
I wish I knew
And its not like I can pretend
You push me away when I tell you I need you.
When I just want to cuddle and talk
But then that means you want space,
Im sorry.
Yes im sorry, im trying to listen.
And now you're alone.
Im glad that makes things better for you.
Nobody pays attention that you are in a tree.
And when I say you, I mean me.
Its weird
I want to climb higher but the
Branches thin out
And its colder up here,
Much more windy than on the ground
Wind blocked by buildings
And the warmth of the ground.
But as the wind dies
I feel the sun beating down,
Warming me up.
I want to be warmed in your arms.
Stainshane
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