by Sine Qua Non

resistance is futile.


as if it’s something i don’t already know. and i don’t know what to do next. or i do  but then i’m so tempted to just continue this conversation with you. but there you go ignoring me again. and it hurts like an injury. i knew i shouldn’t have answered that call. it was just a link and i didn’t actually know what it meant.


but here i am now. on the waiting end. i should forget about you. or find a way to let all my feelings through.


i wish you’d just talk to me for real. tell me what you feel.

i wish you’d want to see me and let me know and take me out and close this gap and make everything all right.

i love you. but you make it so hard.