I don't know what kind of spell you have over me.
One moment I'm relaxing, the next minute you're running through my mind like children playing in the yard.
You're so close yet so far, and I don't want to reach out because you've left enough scars.
I want to be free but I am bound by the shackles of expectation that were left from the promises you gave me.
So many desires left unfulfilled and if looks could kill you've done so 1,000 times over. No four leaf clover could give me the do over I desire because as much as I still admire, our family and friends already know that our love has retired so no sense in bartering over spoiled meat.
You were my favorite treat but you gave a peace to anyone who would ask for a peak just to satisfy your unique sense of greed as they gave upon your physique.
No I won't discriminate but if I knew then what I knew now I would have said thank you and walked the other way because at least then I could have been in a much better mental space.
I'm struggling, and not just from finances cause I know that was just a decision made by lust and poor discipline.
No, I'm struggling to understand why my brain continues to hold on to an idea that has left me depressed over and over again beating a dead horse with hooves that should have been tossed to the side because unlike Bullseye we did not ride like the wind.
I don't want to give in cause my pride is involved, though being vulnerable with no resolve has me appalled by the fact that I'm still shackled.
As you sit and cackle, I'm left with a blind path and I am baffled because for some reason the ghost of our seed still whispers to me saying that this isn't over yet, we're both just taking a break.
I felt it was a mistake but its up for debate because each time I see your face I still reach and stoke a few out wanting to send you the file so we can both masturbate...
wouldn't it be great to just have one last time...but I know if we do the flame will never die so I have no choice but to resign.