the beekeeper.

fixations.

you are just as young and naïve as i am,
if not more so.

i know you care.
i know you really, really care,
and i so greatly appreciate it.

but dear,
you can't fix me.
you are just as twisted,
just as confused and immature.
you think you know what is best,
yet you mope unhealthily for days.
you don't know what is right
even if you believe you do.
you give too much credit to yourself.
you're not a psychiatrist,
even if you'd like to believe you are.

i need distractions.
she does, too.
if you can't accept that about the both of us,
you're going to have to leave.
i dwell more than her,
but we are still very much the same.
anything to direct us away from our issues
is a good thing.

you may argue it's unhealthy, but tell me this,
which one is more productive?:
1.) moping about your issues every waking day and never being able to allow yourself happiness
or
2.) realizing you have problems (just like everyone else) but also deciding to not dwell on them every second of every day and attempting to gain some sort of comfort from other things, like friendship, people, things, etc.

now i may be wrong,
but two sounds good to me.

i do mope.
a lot.
but at least i'm trying.
are you trying?

i love you, man,
but try and fix yourself before you come after my- after our issues.