I like them unavailable – I guess
that’s just me. Just recently me and a group of friends were call to help out
for a marriage proposal, I smile and say, “it was our pleasure to witness this
beautiful love story”. The way he protects her, held on her tells me more than
I could explain with my eyes. Another friend interrupted the story, next time is your turn. I turn him off
saying not in this lifetime.
I still need myself to be
unavailable – not because it protects my heart, but so I stop hurting people
with my broken pieces. I don’t know why I always end up in this situation, I
tell myself that if I want to be in a relationship, I need to fully open up to
someone. Am I just that much of a flirt?
Or that much of a masochist? A
beautiful mess is what my friend craps me about. Maybe that’s the right
term; it kind of includes both, doesn’t it?
It’s hard to tell, some nights I
just put up the walls and other nights I just enjoy spending time with you. A
feeling I can’t decide on. I wish he could break my heart to see if I’d be turn
on because I like them unavailable.