it’s because of you -
ask me
why i
spend my
evenings in
my room,
door closed,
searching for
satisfaction from
words on
a page.
i bet
you won’t
like the
answer.
i want to love him.
i really do.
but the beating in my
chest and the common
sense in my head
stops me from
pushing myself over the
edge until i can learn to
stand on the cliff by
myself.