The hard part about breakups is realizing who gets custody of the “friends”.
Seriously, this is incredibly tricky when couples run in the same circles. It often makes me wary about even dating someone who runs in the same circle as me. Why add more drama to an already uncomfortable situation?
Their friends were always their friends and only became your friend because you were dating them.
See this is why fucks cannot be given
You give one and they want them all
They want them how they want them
When they want them
Heaven forbid the turtle move too slowly for them
All fucks should be given immediately
This is why fucks cannot be given
Because then when you try to tell them water is wet
They look at you like you are crazy
Tell them fire is hot
They look at you like you’re the one…
Is it crazy that life being too short is EXACTLY the reason I have no intentions on telling my crush that they are the object of my affection?
I mean seriously, the argument could be made saying that I have nothing to lose. However, I see that there is so much to lose. Making things awkward could just kill any hope at a potential friendship which is really all I am equipped to deal with in the first place. You can never be too sure who can appreciate the idea of a crush and not make it out to be the end of the world or the beginning of forever.
I am leaning heavily towards letting nature take its course. If it is meant to be there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it from happening. I am not planning on fighting it. I simply don’t want to make the mistake of skipping steps.
Does that make any sense?
***inspired by a crazy dream, a scene in my novel, & my new obsession with 6 word lines***
ever desired someon just outta reach?
you watch them from behind glass
wanting to smash it and dive
right into an abyss of discovery
touching. tasting. exploring. nibbling. scratching. moaning.
you want them to experience something
they boast about doing to others
unsure if you have the nerve
not caring. blinded by desire. craving.
zero fucks given to lacking experience
you ready to scoop them up
have them screaming out your name
vision blurry hyperventilating sporadic body tremors
attempting reconnection with their favorite diety
walking off rookie of the year
ego on high. heart on pause.
reality reminds you what they need
it’s the game of your life
not the season. not a career.
so you pull out the windex
clean the glass infront of you
hands in pockets. keep on looking
at what is out of reach.