"sometimes I wonder if things would have turned out differently if I had done just one thing or said those few words or been a little less like this and a little more like that, sometimes I wonder , sometimes I overthink"
El cariño me sofoca, me condena, atando un peso muerto a mi tobillo de heridas punzantes que cicatrizaron mal, y me hunde en un mar donde no puedo tan siquiera respirar, mi boca se seca entre tanta agua salada y mis pulmones simplemente dejan de funcionar. Mis latidos como tambores, se escuchan a la distancia, buscando un socorrista que venga y me salve de esta muerte inminente. Si, el cariño me sofoca, me aturde y no me deja pensar con claridad, entre tantos recuerdos difusos y una premonición ansiosa de que todos algún día me van a faltar. Si, el cariño me sofoca, me mata, me convierte en un ser falto de conciencia sensata. Si, el cariño me mata, y no es por ti, es por aquellos fantasmas que aún en mis sueños me buscan y me atrapan.
It’s fascinating that we actually DO want each other, but in a bizarre reversed way. You want me.. to want you. And that is exactly what I want from you.
Can we say “I want you” to one another and stop the sentence right there? Only to continue the conversation using just the body language.
Sometimes I feel like I go above and beyond for people to make up for the fact that I’ll never be good enough and in hopes that it’ll distract them enough so they don’t notice and leave.