If nothing else, I had courage last night. I’m sorry you chose girls lacking grace but it’s my middle name. I usually take the high road, we’re alike in that way. Is this a fork?
I relate to you. I think you have a lot of shame too.
I’ve been admiring your detachment for months, and now here’s a glimpse at its roots. I’ve overcorrected too.
I beg that you open up to all that is green. That you relax in all your space. Can vocabulary really be so scary?
I don’t have it in me to be rash, or to be rude, or even to debate. Though, I find myself inspecting this metal and, I think, I’m gonna see what other direction I can head in.
Dare I say I might even the scales for us. I might do something scary and attach.
To you? Not necessarily.
To love. I’m gonna find the courage to utilize my beliefs regarding love. Maybe I won’t take the high road because I shouldn’t drive right now.
I hear the train is lovely. Dare I move so quick?
You didn’t like how who you are affected someone else. Have you noticed improvements?
You hugged me this morning. For a long time, in a longing kind of way. I’ve learned how to choose my words but I’m still learning pronunciation. Would I be helpful?
An eye for an eye? Look at my references, you couldn’t ruin me if you tried. I don’t even mind.
I have an extra reserve of patience, just for you. A pitcher of compassion intended to be poured in your cup.
It takes zero courage for me to run in the other direction. I don’t even blink sometimes. Shall we remove our running shoes?
I no longer want what I don’t have, I hope we’re together.