GLASS

It has come to my attention that I err on the dark side of life.
Why do you always see me as "on" when all I want to do is hide.

It hurts that we can't get past this - but really, neither of us are above or beyond it.

I loved you, I hate you.

for fear of failing

Do you have the time - is there enough for me to follow?
Could I possibly ever fall in love with you?
Am I holding back or is it just-not-there?
Could I ever go through with it?
Will you resent what you love - eventually?
Will you ruin me - like maybe I want you to?
Can you break this open and take the pain from my chest?
Would my confession send you to your death?
Can you save me from drowning within myself?


Will there ever be silence inside of me?
Would you ever forgive me for this?
Do you even have a choice?


Blood.

....she....speaks....

Finally....she speaks.




And my heart is still aching.



All these months gone, in one mere encounter.



Watch the minutes of my life  - light, bright, sight away.



Paralysed by a fear of the new, the unknown, struggling to stay afloat.



Deeper and deeper I regress - into myself.

Into my hurt.

Into my head.



This is going to kill me. [andImgoingtoletit]



Let's see blood and be done with this.