See, I'm not really sure what to say. Leaving is the furthest thing from my mind, but I feel like I might have to today. This can't be healthy, this feeling of floating when and high, and dying when I'm low, and both feelings are caused my you, just so you know. I knew that this would happen, in the end it always does. People never wanna stick around when they know who you really are, when you reveal you're flawed and twisted with the potential to scar. I prayed constantly to stave off the inevitable, but when you know like I know, complete happiness is such a fleeting pleasure. I guess that's what happens when you open your heart to others, you gotta get colder as you get older or you run the risk of being crushed. See, in my mind that would never be. I'd been hurt once, but by a lesser being. He wasn't on this level, he didn't make me feel this good or happy. I was so content with life, and I felt such love for you, but now I feel fit to sing the blues. I don't wanna go, but I don't think you want me to stay. I'm a big girl, I can handle it either way. Tell me what you want, and I'll tell you what I'll do. There's no anger or pressure, how could there ever be? You're too sweet for your own good, so I'll help you say what you wish you could. I'll be sad if it's over, the memories were so sweet. Sometimes when I couldn't sleep I'd lie in bed at night and the sweetest memories of the things we'd do and the time we'd spent would consume me. This haze of pleasure would wash over me and I could close my eyes and sleep, blessed was I indeed. See, you know me, I express how I feel, you don't have to ask, so when I say that I love you with everything in me that knows how to love, know that that's not in the past. It's crazy how I feel, and circumstances aren't ideal, but I would never ever despair this experience because it helped me heal. You with your sweet, charming personality and beautiful smile and entire being. You who listens to my concerns and comforts me and continues to be there for me after my constant fuck ups. You who has this weird, but adorable mix of confidence and boyish insecurity. You who makes me smile pretty much everyday, knowingly and unknowingly in every way. You who is the perfect definition of masculine beauty in every shape and form. You with that perfect stroke that has me floating for days..with all of these pleasures is it any wonder I can't bear the thought of leaving? Heavy is the heart that carries the burden of love, but heavier is the heart that has to walk away from yours. Should I stay or should I go? Leaving is the furthest thing from my mind, but inquiring minds wanna know.