She.

She is not the one. But she is a one and, as Germaine from RBW said, that’s all I need right now.

She’s not enough and yet could be deemed to be too much.

She teases me and rejects me and confuses me on a daily basis. She tells me she’s scared and I get that. But fuck it, I’m scared too.

She is everything I love and hate and she mirrors so much of me that it’s scary.

She is nowhere near where I am. And I fear she never will be.

Advertisements

One thought on “She.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s