It's obvious I've no idea what I'm doing. Times been racing as I kept my silence and my head begins to spin as I try to get it to stop, to set straight, so I can think, so I can keep you and you and you and you. Theres no avoiding a mess, never has been with me and myself. I try to make you see, to make you understand, so I don't have to discard you but you'll never crack. Not even love helped you bloom. I've tried what I could to keep you around, to do what I wanted since I was clueless to what you wanted, naturally.
If I could I would grab your face, tell you what I could, tell you that I still needed you, but refrain from any such further intimate touches. I want to be able to comfort you, and you the same for me. I feel a need to, a purposeful like in doing so. It's an unstopped goal but I'm halted.
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