tell me - what do you care, really? why am i permanently reduced to making clumsy guesses about what it is that makes you tick? why am i always the one making overtures? why does the burden of making things comfortable always fall on me?
and i wonder if perhaps i really am not the one expecting more from this strange relationship.
you once made conversations elegant and delicate and fun. once, conversations with you were wonderful things. and now i tread around eggshells, and on them. inadvertently. oh, my dear. i am tired of tiptoeing around your perceived weaknesses.
when have you ever considered mine?
and i wonder if perhaps i really am not the one expecting more from this strange relationship.
you once made conversations elegant and delicate and fun. once, conversations with you were wonderful things. and now i tread around eggshells, and on them. inadvertently. oh, my dear. i am tired of tiptoeing around your perceived weaknesses.
when have you ever considered mine?
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