It's frustrates me that I have such an intense desire to come over and make sure you're okay. I don't believe that you are. I want to hold you until you forget about the blade and about cutting, and I want you to realize that being with someone that cares about you will ease your pain more than cutting ever will. I'm willing to never leave your side until you feel better. No matter how long it would take.
But you have a boyfriend now, and that complicates things. If I were to come over now it would make you unfaithful. It would be unfair for Mark, and it would hurt him, and I can't do that to him. I already gave him my word.
I could only pray that Mark will be enough to help you. He should be the one over there, making you feel better, but he isn't, and he can't, but I would be lying if I said I didn't want to take his place.
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Ode to Love & Dance
PoetryI've been dancing for a long time. Have fallen for a lot of people that I have met through the act of touching. This is me looking back at some of those moments.
