I stay away from these little types of things
that I know will turn into these big types of things
that neither you, or I, are prepared to deal with.
I'm speaking directly to "you".
Simple enough for me to remain heartless and act as if, I couldn't care less.
but this is all so complicated.
Me. Moi.
I can just be, "oh so damn complicated"
wouldn't you agree?
no, you wouldn't, because you don't know me like that.
I shy away from things, to save myself.
To save myself the aggravation of the disappointment that i'm too afraid to feel again, but will only feel because I allowed myself to expect things.
some things, little things.
This is one big mess of a thing.
I don't know what i'm getting at, and im not sure what i'm admitting to.
But something, some little big thing is there.. here...in me...
yet, I can't put a name to it. a word to it. because one word would'nt explain all of what is encompassed within me.
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