#113

if i ever push you away, i don't really mean to,
when i tell you i don't want to
talk about it,
i do,
i'm just looking for the right words.
give me a minute.
if i can tell you, i will.

see, i try to be this balance of perfect and
real at the same time.

i'm still working on the ratio.

when i get really quiet?
its because i have too much to say,
and i'm not really sure where to start.

i miss you,
but space is good too i guess.

these days, my head is just a complicated pile of
thoughts,
full of fears and cravings and dreams and
loves and this tangled up
nostalgia for the past and the present all
at once.

i am flawed,
i am human,
i am broken.
but i am trying.

i am two hands and one heart and one head,
going in 1000 different directions,
all at one time.

let's dance,
cause i can't do it all alone forever.