You came over the other day, just for five minutes, just to give me a hug. You knew you'd hurt me. I'd said earlier in the day that i didn't want to talk to you, and you came because you didn't want things to be that way. I got my hug, and for those few moments i felt safe, as i always do when you hug me. When i'm there, i never feel safer, i feel that nobody could hurt me... except you, and i can never hold that against you. It's a bizzare catch-22 ---> you make it better, you're the one who made it bad to start with. I think i'm a glutton for punishment in this respect. I'll work on it.
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