It’s complicated

“Are you scared of being alone with me? That somehow your foolishness will drop your guard, and give me that warmth I’ve been lacking?

When all I need is to have some alone time, to be face to face with you. To work with honesty, like we have never before, and come to a mutual solution.”

It’s because of days like these that I find it so hard to stop myself from saying something to you. Where I deliberate over the best sentence, order of words, topic to bring up, the best mood to portray and even the extent of honesty to raise.

I can’t judge what is right anymore, what I should do, for your sake, if silence is best, or for my sake if talking would be my therapy.

Your reply is always a bemused, one eyebrow raised “you always make things complicated“.

Miss Mess



About iheartmess

A Middle Eastern Londoner 20-something living the 'western' life in between London and home.
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