in some city, about to leave for another and playing the sliding-doors-game

but, you know, whatever,
your thing was always obvious,
and i always wanted to tell you
that you were too good to be a
side piece. i wanted to turn a knife
too, to say, "you're too smart to be."
but, i just can't avow for anything
in your regard.

i remember when i knew. for certain. you said, "it's good for a man to fear sometimes."
it was obvious in the binary. it really struck odd, and, i knew if i was anything, i was:
silly-pawn-thing. to threaten another. but, i was the worst pick for it, made me
vulnerable to attack. he was already threatened and readied, about day one:

and, i'd like to turn the knife again *when i hear paramore i think of you*
and, i want non of it. immaturity feast. i want you to feel guilt. and, i want your apology.

:ask me anything: