Thursday, March 15, 2012

"Tell me things"

The fight or flight is kicking in,
and I want to run away
from you.

It's nothing personal.

I've started up old habits,
and this time you can't
stop me.

It's nothing personal.

I'm running on an empty tank,
my heart was full of hope.
That's gone.

It's nothing personal.

God, I love you so much.
I can't let you know
for fear of...

It's nothing personal.

I want you to tell me things,
so I can understand.
But you won't.

Is it really nothing personal?

Love,
Lizz

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