Everybody is busy with their priorities, I get it. I genuinely don’t think that someone I’m interested in should have to seek out attention from other sources because I’m too preoccupied. And vice versa.
I wish I didn’t have to admit this.

I accept that I will die alone. I do. I’m sadly still hoping though that there’s at least one person who can tolerate me long enough to hold my hand a little while before it stops mattering. 

If I could control this, I would have. Trust me, I’ve tried.

My mistake is settling for bright fluorescent lights instead of holding out hope waiting on a sunrise I can’t guarantee. As the song goes though, “Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby…”
I wish I wasn’t saying this.

As you can imagine, I don’t like to spin the block either anymore, I know that forward is the only way and I can only change myself- but my inner gambler figured we’d try one more bloody time before I finally give up entirely on the enterprise and lo-there’s your face. 

And your fanciful declarations.

Worldlines recrossing. 

What are the odds?
I expect nothing, don’t worry.
I wish that I didn’t mean this.
If you want to hold my hand awhile though, just say. I can’t outrun fate but I don’t intend to be within earshot long either- it doesn’t take a whole day to recognize real sunshine.
I wish that I didn’t need to write this.


2 responses to “Antibacterial Romantic Algorithms at companionship’s edge”

  1. Den Avatar
    Den

    I cum to your pictures but I edge to your words.

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    1. THEORIGINALRUDELYRAW Avatar

      Probably the most sincere compliment any writer could hope to receive. It’s not torture if you like it. I’m honored. Thanks for reading, commenting and cleaning up after yourself.

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