Simone tells me "we need to talk"... isnt this like THE phrase that shoves an ice pick in your spine? an ice pick, no less, MADE from ice. Even worse, I call and ask if its something scary. "it could be" Yeah.
Thing is... I have NO idea what it could be... I have no indication that anything is wrong, and worse still, I cant even think up a hypothetical that sounds convincing... Anyways, this is a crappy half-done first draft cause as I was writing this, a friend sends me an SMS telling me its something good... so I stop writing... only now i find out he says this because "he has a hunch"
*sigh*
anyways... these are the illogical fretted thoughts of a guy who has just recived his first ever "we need to talk"
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My dear, I fear you.
My sweet, hateful heat.

Ignorance was bliss,
But not knowing is a death kiss.


Trusting a stranger,
not to break my heart.
I realise with a shudder;
she may have a head start.

So Im thinking up words
in anticipation of hers,
and though I know not how I feel
I am ready to appeal


My dear, I fear you.
My sweet, hateful heat.

Ignorance was bliss,
But not knowing is a death kiss.


Tell me what it means...

The first thought that I had,
was concern for her.
The second was more sad;
no longer will we be together.


My dear, I fear you.
My sweet, hateful heat.

Ignorance was bliss,
But not knowing is a death kiss.