hey friend. I'm worried about you.
I don't really know what's going on, just what you tell me in moments of weakness, but what I do know scares me. it isn't fair, for someone so beautiful to be so scarred. I am trying to help, but I am too stupid, and you push away a lot. I want to heal you, but you won't tell me your disease. I am frightened, I am frightened. I love you, you know. I don't mean that in some stupid baby-making sense of the word, you hate babies anyway, but you know what I mean, my heart bleeds for you and all that.
You can have my bed, I'll sleep on the floor. You tell me I don't understand, and you're right, but I'm trying to. I realize I'm nothing in the face of such problems, but part of my heart keeps throwing itself against the glass for you. just... just call me, okay?
Posted by samantha at November 26, 2004 03:32 PM