I can let people have used me
And more importantly, do(es) I think any love is a truer self?
Their fears and fucked up roles become the vibrations of me too

He wants intimacy,
what sweet sacred line between platonic affection and being held?

I want his split self in the bushes
/ nature
/ / / edge
making me his asset

How will you receive hir love and attention,
with that desire to control and so on?

I’m wrestling with the water
I don’t want to be completely available
I want to forget?
Does it matter?

He fuels confusion,
why do I feel like a trash tin?

I want to support his deepest desires
/ confused
/ / / worried
when he gets too neat

Why do I feel so humiliated,
because relationships (a) whither (b) blow up?

And so simple
/ cling
/ / suck
was it special

He told me he projected my true self onto me
More importantly, do(es) he feel controlled by affection, aspiration, desire in his legs?
I hold their better weaknesses instead of the hidden sides they cannot face