echoes. say something once and it repeats itself for the rest of your life. granted it feels further and further away, but in actuality it's just getting closer and closer until it's that voice again, full circle.
you look beautiful under all that rage, you still melt me with your frigging girly whatever it is, voodoo charm. but i don't know what's going on in your head, all those complex dramas and reactions, all those extremities pulling you and tugging your strings, the switch just flicks and suddenly i feel helpless, can't move up or down, can't say the right thing or follow right action principle.
i wish i could wave a wand and fix what ever it is that haunts you but lets face it, you don't want that from me and i'm probably inept given my entangled emotional state and personal life.
i don't want anything from you, except for you to be safe. how silly of me. that word again, the one that i attempt to define for myself when i am with you. yet here i am wanting you to be safe for the rest of your wonderful new life.
what a crazy old fool i am.
i admit it.