conitponidaisies:
If there is an easy love, a part-time love, a mood love, a love to love when it suits love, then I will choose that one, in lieu of a love that consumes me completely, both mentally and physically. In lieu of a love that follows my days, all the days and twists knots inside my fluttering tummy.
The trap of no choice weighs heavily on my semi-broken barrier.
Exhausted from chasing isolation. Death marching to avoid the fear of being deeply consumed and consuming deeply. Why can’t I love in moderation. Moderate Soul.
