I don't expect it.
I'm actually not even sure I want it.
But here's the thing:
I usually don't answer the phone when it rings.
(and no, I don't always shamelessly rhyme with the letters I, N and G)
It's not that I'm depressed or addicted to loneliness
or I have some weird complex or anything.
I'm just... Not very good with sentences.
The formation and 'gramatics' and... hysterics.
It's all just too showboat-y for me.
Being your slave what should I do but tend,
Upon the hours, to your every desire?
A little too Shakespeare. Words and.. everything.
I'd rather sit and make eye contact accidentally.
What's weird is that you just called me and told me
We wouldn't be making eye contact anytime soon
cause you're not ready.
And words seem like a good idea suddenly...
The peace of transparency.
With you though... its harder then I'd like it to be.
I'd like to have a conversation with you that wasn't charged emotionally.
Negatively.
It seems like in 2 days we went from 'you and me' to enemies.
And now we stand.. hours away.. on the border of forgetting.
But you seem happy so...
Forget me.
Forget me, when you read these lines,
in which I tell you to forget me.
Maybe Shakespeare wasn't so bad.
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