this is the song that never ends
Jumbled up clauses that can’t seem to be arranged -
Ex-lovers whom you used to share intimate moments with, snuggled up on his couch, turning into near-strangers juxtaposed with those random new infatuations who were mere acquaintances and will be mere acquaintances.
It’s a wonder how relationships evolve (and degenerate). Don't even mention the speed and frequency of that blossom-and-wither cycle. The plain fact that they do, and to such previously unimaginable extents makes us all fuckedups, quite, the way we allow them to swerve outta control.
(You especially, the way you outrightly declared your state of denial just to enjoy those moments, you silly.)
But baah! Ask me out for coffee soon please, because I am so floored!
Ex-lovers whom you used to share intimate moments with, snuggled up on his couch, turning into near-strangers juxtaposed with those random new infatuations who were mere acquaintances and will be mere acquaintances.
It’s a wonder how relationships evolve (and degenerate). Don't even mention the speed and frequency of that blossom-and-wither cycle. The plain fact that they do, and to such previously unimaginable extents makes us all fuckedups, quite, the way we allow them to swerve outta control.
(You especially, the way you outrightly declared your state of denial just to enjoy those moments, you silly.)
But baah! Ask me out for coffee soon please, because I am so floored!
Ha, told you I'm such a fickle fuckedup; though a captivated one too, quite.
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