i'd refer to myself as a fairly loving person
giving or receiving as much as i can handle
i don't mind either- i'll take it
there's something in the safety of doting words
lingering touches that threaten more,
More
"stop making me a sap" i say, "you're making me soft"
it wasn't like this with them, it's you, only you,
you just make me
you make me want saccharine sentiment, something i used to scorn with scathing words
you make me crave companionship in a way i never did before
you make me this way and you take the caring inside of my heart
and you tear it out, you wear it like a scarf draped around your neck,
the neck i so desperately want to touch
to throttle, even, because perhaps i don't like what you make me
maybe i'm scared of who you make me
maybe i just want you to take more,
More
until all that lingers of me is my affection-
i can't take this. i'm giving it all away.