witty-remark's Diaryland Diary

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I feel tangled, torn, burdened by my own emotions.
Short breaths, long sighs.
I don't like the commitment of it all.
I want to shake and have every drop of accountability dance off my body, pooling itself at the bottom of my feet into a puddle that I can step over.

I want to be selfish and have you to myself. But even more, I want to be reckless and give myself to every body else.

Kisses feel like an obligation. Guilt binds me in its arms.

"Well, don't you like him?"

"Of course I do. He's just not the only one I like."

And I tell you about the other one.
You're very understanding.
(Why are you so understanding?)
Even when I don't understand it all, myself.

7:09 p.m. - Tuesday, Jul. 27, 2010

Then - Now