Are you my rock to trip me up before I fall off the edge of the world?
You take me for me, accept that I have problems.
Will that understanding destroy you?
Will that be a plateau of levellity?
Perfect stability, eye of the storm.
What of you?
Do you actually notice me?
I bought her two nice tops and she left me by text message.
It'll never work.
Then she asked me back twice, every four and a half months.
I don't care why.
If I added to her vanity by carnage in saying no, does she know what I went thru?
It's obvious no gal cares for me and it takes an empathic woman to love me.
My footfall leads to the cliff edge.
A dark precipice beckons.
I see no rocks impeding my progress to oblivion.