Wednesday, October 14, 2009

It is a wall I hide behind.
I am aware and I know when it's right to admit. I want to stop writing about you and go back to my cryptic self, but this makes me feel like I have an emotion to lie flat on, when the pain mounts onto my back.
I want to write about things that matter, and there is so much that does.

There are flaws in me, more flaws in you. And even more flaws in between us, with us.
I dare to love those flaws.

Do you, dare, move those beautifully lashed eyes to me?
Don't write me off just yet?