you and me
I can no longer deny myself who you are and what I am, so connected we are. How can you call me your home and deny I have your heart? How can you say you love me and make love to me and expect me to be a stranger or be more strange? We had every right to be scared. We had every right to have it ...
I have been on the precipice between introversion and extroversion. It’s quite impossible to tell where one ends or begins.