My own demons...
I have my own demons to fight offâ�¦..out of my mindâ�¦I canâ��t start taking yours on too. It kills me inside to think that when youâ��re in bed with meâ�¦youâ��re actually thinking of herâ�¦.donâ��t get me wrong a part of meâ�¦a big part really appreciates itâ�¦because I can put myself in your shoesâ�¦.and I sort of am in your shoesâ�¦.so I know how hard it can be to share something like this with somebody else. I know all these dots are kind of buggingâ�¦but itâ��s my way of separating my thoughts. Sometimes, most of the times, I think that talking with me about her is helping you get over it, and maybeâ�¦just maybe it means you trust me enoughâ�¦kind of a way youâ��re telling me you want me closeâ�¦..thatâ��s why you want me to know.
All these wordsâ�¦ me, you, herâ�¦words that are not supposed to be on the same pageâ�¦.let alone in the same sentenceâ�¦words that I didnâ��t even noticed until now. Me â�¦.youâ�¦herâ�¦..
Itâ��s strange how I wrote you in the middleâ�¦.without even thinking of itâ�¦maybe itâ��s a sign of my selfishnessâ�¦.or a sign that youâ��re stuck in betweenâ�¦I know I feel like it!
This was supposed to be a letter (e-mail) to the one close to my heartâ�¦ but I didnâ��t find enough strength to send itâ�¦so this is the way I found to share my worriesâ�¦.English isnâ��t even my first languageâ�¦but I find itâ��s easier for me to relieve myself.