It’s soooooooo colddddddddd
lower dens - i get nervous
Words are full of indecision
They evince the troubled nimble wit
Oh, nothing in return
But storm and pessimism instead of dreaming
And I have nothing to be nervous about
Hungering over you
I grieve and dare not show my discontent;
I love, and yet am forced to seem to hate;
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant;
I seem stark mute, but inwardly do prate.
I am, and not; I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun —
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands, and lies by me, doth what I have done;
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be suppressed.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, Love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low;
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die, and so forget what love e’er meant.
Throw me in the landfill, don’t think about the consequences. Throw me in the dirt pit, don’t think about the choices that you make. Throw me in the water, don’t think about the splash I will create. Leave me at the alter, knowing all the things you’ve just escaped.