Cosmic Mist
Bluelighter
You know, you are the only one for me. I wish you could see it though, because our last conversation didn't exactly fill me with your confidence or trust. You are the only one i think about during the long work days, and when i lie asleep at night, you are the only one iwish was there with me, caressing me and making me feel as though the world really isn't as bad as it seems.
It hurts me to see you hurt, but what hurts me more is that you hurt over something that is nothing to me at all. A flippant comment lacking completely in substance and meaning, from which you seem to have derived the deepest of sentiment - such a comment by which you suddenly seem to believe that your trust in me is not duely place and requires confirmation.
It cuts me to think that you could even consider me CAPABLE of hurting you so badly, when you are the only person who makes me believe that there is truth, beauty, and justice in this world. It is a seething, writhing emotional twist deep within me to think that you lack the confidence in our relationship to know the difference between something written on the internet that means so very little, and the words that i speak sincerely and directly to your listening ear, whilst looking you in the eye, my very self naked and vulnerable before you.
This stings me. It beats me and breaks me down to the blubbering, pathetic mess you see before you.
Can't you see how much i love you?
Why is that so fucking hard to see?
I thought it was plainly obvious...
... but then again, perhaps we only see what we want to see...
It hurts me to see you hurt, but what hurts me more is that you hurt over something that is nothing to me at all. A flippant comment lacking completely in substance and meaning, from which you seem to have derived the deepest of sentiment - such a comment by which you suddenly seem to believe that your trust in me is not duely place and requires confirmation.
It cuts me to think that you could even consider me CAPABLE of hurting you so badly, when you are the only person who makes me believe that there is truth, beauty, and justice in this world. It is a seething, writhing emotional twist deep within me to think that you lack the confidence in our relationship to know the difference between something written on the internet that means so very little, and the words that i speak sincerely and directly to your listening ear, whilst looking you in the eye, my very self naked and vulnerable before you.
This stings me. It beats me and breaks me down to the blubbering, pathetic mess you see before you.
Can't you see how much i love you?
Why is that so fucking hard to see?
I thought it was plainly obvious...
... but then again, perhaps we only see what we want to see...
Smiley