that I have rehearsed so many times in my fucking head.
The fear of having to undo, unwind, unbend, uncoil, unfurl, unravel, unreel, unroll, untwine, untwist this buildup feelings that I have for you. Tearing down every inch of my emotive feelings and lingering cravings that my soul yearns for what you have and may become.This isn't brand new; I am sure you have all heard this giddy love story one too many time.This homemade love disease that has rendered me crippled; transmitting its baneful touch from my inside out.
But today I choose to never want to feel your claws trying to break through this solitary confinement that keeps me from you.
I know I've done it to myself the day I opened my floodgate and all I feel is you gushing into me.But how can I still love you when I don’t even dare to love myself?
To be continue in part 4