Just another reason to hear you say my name, would be like learning to ride my bike again. I fall and you're the stinging scratches, Still there's an overwhelming satisfaction, That beats this underlying irritation, you are. There is no right way to take that: no one's perfect I guess all I can ever give to you is my honesty, but You're the nearest perfection was to ever being correct. And before I wrote this, I had to stop to think: Yeah, I'm scared and I don't know if I should But I guess I'll do this anyway Because it's never easy to say I wish I had you here for a valentine's day.
I'd be lying if I saw this as an achievement, Sometimes I just get high on feeling torment. I wonder is this emotional virus laying dormant? Just waiting to be unleashed upon ourselves and And I guess I want you to know I've meant what I said, I don't like the way these thoughts are led. To you. And again right back to you. It's always to you. Nothing new. Just to you.
Something I decided against writing inside an anonymous Valentine's card.
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