Sometimes I worry that I'm not in love...
just comfortable.
I miss the chaos and confusion- the elation of the unknown.
New love.
And I hold it closely--- that "third one" between me and unity--- and I have to wonder if that is worth throwing away stability.
I'm a fool, I fall so easily back into you, with these waves breaking in my eyes--- lashes painting skies of other lovers. Possibilities that will never come to fruition, perfectly autonomous and lucid in the silent space between percentages.
It's much easier to forget you when you're
an insane villain
instead of human.
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