Men don't know how to love in the same place they lust. They're weak, and they need to be mothered. Searching for someone who resembles their mothers, they're unconciously commiting incest. Tired of constantly telling you how to love me, how to allow my shattered heart to mend itself and reallow another painful breakup. But this is different, you understand that you were weaned from the breast as a baby, you understand what I've been longing for. Scared to say you complete me too soon, I want to hold off any and all negative thoughts. Believing good things as this don't happen to me-- ever, you make me over analyze everything. "just live" you wrote, will do.
sincerely,
-i'mmovingon.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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