I can finally see/ you’re as fucked up as me/ so how do we win?
We met and it was good, but no as great as it could be with a emotional connection.
We could have chosen to meet again and it would have been better than the first time- we like and respect each other.
But the price would have been too great.
We were both haunted by demons of a broken heart and we weren’t ready to have it doubled upon by two nights of passion and inevitable emotional connection.
It hurt, sensibly.
I don’t know his demons but I know mine. Though I don’t know his personally, I can feel it in my heart and gut that they are of a similar breed.
At least I understand that.
At least he understands that.
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Cause we both know a break/ does exactly what it says on the tin
I miss him. I think he misses me, maybe in a slightly different way.
Let my heart break. It is made of human muscle, not glass. The pain will last a little while but it will grow back stronger.
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