You plague me. Every inch of my thought. You are there, bearing gifts i reluctantly take, who am i to refuse anything from you. I find, gifts of hope, and despair,dreams, and sorrows, and breathe them in as you may have intended. I thank you, and we both go back to what we were doing.
You occupy a vast amount of space in my head, and i let you stay. Who am i to refuse? Your presence consumes me while i sleep, while i play, while i kiss whatever man will remind my of you that night. I don't mind, you bring warmth.
Still, nothing is perfect, not even this. I know she is in you, like you are in me. Who am i to take that from you? I couldn't if I tried, even if you handed it to me pleading. Heart in hand, you don't try. As if you already knew.
Go back to her, she loves you. Go back to her.
p.s- Thank you, again.
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