i’m just angry. this is therapeutic.
so you dont love me.
i never asked you to anyway.
okay. a lot of people do so its cool.
you’re one less person i have to pay attention to,
that’s what you come down to.
at the twisted end of my brave attempt.
you were lucky to have it when you did.
so im too intense. oh well. its what got me here in the first place.
so im too much. hilarious. you hardly know me.
let’s remember. this was your idea.
let’s remember. this was your doing.
let’s remember. this was your romeo moment.
let’s remember. it was you who said “jump”.
let’s remember i didn’t say no.
you did.
the fact is.
the fact is YOU cant handle ME.
and that says alot more about you.
than it does about me.
Your intensity is what made me fall in nonlesbianlove with you. Your intensity is what makes you YOU.
And YOU rock so many worlds, small woman, that it makes his become almost redundant. It’s an old saying but a true one: it’s his loss, someone yet undetermined will have the gain. And how lucky he will be.
Through shit and through smit, twin powers activate.
xoxo
“the fact is YOU cant handle ME.
and that says alot more about you.
than it does about me.”
sums it up very nicely.. He is obviously not BIG *giggle* enough to be with a real woman in a real relationship.. and just as your scissorsister said.. Your Intensity is what makes you YOU…
XxXxX
You can never be too much. He is simply not enough.
Big hugs girl.