"I thought I found the man of my dreams
Now it seems, this is how the story ends
He's going to turn me down and say:
Can't we be friends?"
In the wee small hours of the morning...
I choose to think about you.
The thought of instability,
not knowing whether the foot leaping outwards is going to step on solid ground
generates discomfort.
I don't cope well with insecurity;
it doesn't happen to me often,
but when it does, they are big issues,
leaving me at a point more vulnerable than ever.
I want to hang on to you,
but there's no point really when love is a manner of two people's way of interaction.
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