Was it me who said it’s unreal; hard for me to feel, afraid to chill, because your mouth can’t conceal, you’re too quick to reveal the unreal?
Just a thought I’m already caught up; too damn far into this denial fuck naive like a child, with my one tracked mind thinking, but I stare so hard to keep from blinking.
My heart is sinking further honestly discovering
I only want one lover
The unfailing
Love effectiveness brings such an unaccomplished bliss
Would it be so stupid, to diss the touch, or hold, is it crazy of me to be bold, as to tell a lie just to get by?
You’ve been my comfort , a friend in some ways healed this crazy heart of years of trauma tearing me apart!
The unfailing you’re almost unreal.