ive gotten quite used to being entrapped within these circles; becoming victims of the walls of my own mind.
i believe they work hand in hand with the hands on the clock.
but this is something else?
you came in all the forms i cannot hope to live up to or with.
i can't love you, but that won't stop me.
it will, however, stop me from telling anyone.
no one will listen to how much i love you, they will merely hear;
i'm in love with a (gender)
and
i'm in love with someone (age) years old
and
i'm in love with a (religion)
and
i'm in love with-
i'll stop. point being, i can't love you publicly, but that won't stop me from doing so silently.
YOU ARE READING
As They Come
Losowewords as they flow, stories as they come. nothing i think too hard about when writing, but they're the things i think too hard about to begin with.
