liable to break or give way under pressure; easily damaged.
I’m a little weak when it comes to you, it’s true
The shape of you, the taste of you, it’s hard to resist
I know I’ve said I can live without you, but it’s a bluff;
A fake out
If I start, I may not stop, I’m a bad liar
I’m trying not to think about you
I’m trying not to give up my resolution
Still thinking about it all, caught up in your texture
The hot weather doesn’t help
Just a little indulgence
I had you today, dark
Oh babeh 🍫
I’m scared to be me. Honestly, what if people think I’m so weird and they don’t wanna be my friend. Ugh there are so many thoughts in my head about being me or being an acceptable version of me.
Besides, being me is so weird (yes even I find myself weird or maybe it’s cause I know what’s normal which makes me think that whatever I do IS weird?? Does that make sense):
I’ve talked to random people in the train stations, i ask why even though i know the answer to a question, but i just don’t know why is it that answer; you get me?
There are so many other oddball things only i do, or, at least it seems that way in my family.
i think people who are 100% themselves to other people are courageous. Because they put themselves out there for people to criticise, to understand, to find.
I’m sorry for hurting you with the mask version of me. Please, let’s just continue? to be friends.
P/S: It was me pushing you away. But, i know now, i do not want to push you away. Please forgive my hurtful words.