the deluded ones [#2]

the

march 6th, 2017

you did not say what it was that is tempting your mind and coaxing you into the darkest part of your corners, away from the light.

you said that it'll be okay and not to worry, but i asked if you were okay.

you didn't say that you were; you said you would be, and that's not the same.

even if i'm busy occupying myself with what is requisite, you're hanging in the back of my head because the little things i can do to make you smile cannot be enough; i know they're not enough.

i want to know what it is that's pulling at your heartstrings, but i cannot, i cannot. i respect the privacy you deserve as you respect mine, and i trust in you to tell me if you really feel the need to.

but, as i keep this distance away from you, am i truly saving us from falling into the same well that belongs to my familiarity or am i destroying what we have now as i did once before with my lack of sincerity? am i doing it all over again unknowingly or am i overreacting over the simplicity of small meanings?