screamingsappho

and im scared yet again of what im capable of.  and this time im telling you, it's not me. you ask me if im gonna be tired of conceding to your regular bursts of angers or cold shoulders. i say no, of course. i try fighting my own irrationality. i cant afford to get mad at you and show you how mean i can be, because i dont want you hating me. i just thought maybe you can do the same. i just thought that you'll be careful with this as much as i am.

but tolerance is not my nature. i just make it seem like so.

it is during the times when you do the cold shoulder that i wouldve needed a hug.

last night i was kissing your cheeks. lambing. that is. and you told me to stop because it was making you dizzy.