and there i[‘m vulnerable, not knowing when warmth comes next. all i am is exposed nerves and roiling emotions, making a mess of each other and blasting me into the dirt every time anything slips. i think wrong and im crying. you say the wrong thing and im crying. i start crying and i miss you because im wrong. wrong for you ffor some unknown reason. i thought all i wanted was to touch you again and i thought all i wanted was to be closer but i had those things, i slaved away in the mines of my heart and my fears and every reminder of you still serrates my skin. hahahahahahahahaha simple question: why does the beauty hurt? why does your always distant and sometimes intimate nature have a rope tied around me that your body tugs without noticing? your voice makes me cry. thanks for everything i guessz