He hates this, he hates me. It's killing him. I'm killing him.
I won't take it personally. It's not about me. It's about his past. And that he can't see through it. He can't get out of it. And nobody knows a damn thing about any of it. Nobody knows a damn thing about me. Nobody knows he has me. He's afraid to talk about himself. He doesn't even like to hear me tell him he has a cute chin. He'd rather hear me tell him he's a freak or a retard or a pervert or an asshole. Whatever. I don't intend on walking away but it looks like I'll be kept at arm's length forever. Cannot knock down those walls. This is goddamn breaking my heart. I'd do anything for him. I do everything for him as it is. Can't knock down those fucking walls. |
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i'm sure as long as you hang around maybe the walls will weaken and he'll know you're not going anywhere.
