when you get sick of me-- no i have to get sick of you
first. odd upper under hand ideology. why can't we be equals?
why am i competitive in even love? it's just the two of us
but i don't know anything else. i have to love you harder,
get sick of you quicker. i get sick of people. is it normal?
i'm already worried about you getting sick of me. it's
stupid. it's not cute. when i'm sick of someone i stop
caring. i stop making time, i stop playing nice. playing nice.
even in my stream of consciousness this comes out. it's all
acting, playing. my true feelings are coming out. i love you but
even now i worry about who will fall out of love first. burdened
and anxious over useless concerns. i'll cross that bridge
when i get to it, i can't just burn it now. that's all i
know. upper hand, under hand. insecure mess who needs you to feel
important. if you don't like me anymore then i don't like
me. it's dangerous.