And I'm afraid you're turning just like one. With your ideals, your words, your attitude and feelings towards me are same with my past. Feelings too deadly to receive. Like a poison that I know, will corrupt me from within.
You're too drawn towards me, you're starting to roll towards my pit. And that slow push-and-pull attraction that I needed to take me out of my own dug grave, which (I must say) I believe I had with you, is nowhere to be felt. That equal tension, that balance of our attraction is now unequal. Where you're too into me compared to me being into you; and I'm afraid you'd fall on top of my coffin. And while I suffer in clustrophobia, where the air I breathe seems isn't enough, and my palms sweating hard; you're there falling deeper and deeper into me that soon enough, I'd struggle to be freed. Find my way upwards to the sky, and wait till I be weak and land on another different spot where I could dig a new grave.
Funny how I asked too hard for genuine, unconditional love, yet I struggle to run from it when it came knocking on my door.Labels: heart, realization, relationship, self