He's a bear. A bear that's stalking me. So I walk faster to try and escape him. eventually I run so far away that I think he's gone; so I put my guard down. I turn around to go home but BAM! There he is again and I can't escape him. I can't escape his laugh when I do something silly. I can't escape the joking tone in his voice when he mocks me. I can't escape his sculpted hands or how he has a little jump in his step after something has made him particularly happy. I can't escape the sadness in his eyes when he looks into mine. I can't escape the trembles that shake my spine, one vertebrae at a time, when he touches me. No matter who I hide behind or what I do to get my mind off of him I can't escape him. But the sad part is that he doesn't even notice what he's doing. I always go back to him to make myself an easy target. I start it, he ends it. He starts it, I never end it. But not this time. I'll start it and I'll make it last as long as it needs to without actually doing anything or falling for his trap. Hopefully.
I wish I was smart so I could know the correct answer without having to go through trial and error.
I wish I was sweet enough to please your sweet tooth so we could never get into an argument again.
I wish I was cunning so I could devise a plan. A plan to break your heart without making mine more vulnerable to your unintentional games.
But I don't want your heart broken.
I want it on your sleeve
So I can steal it, like you stole mine.
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