Gotta stop running

I'm done. Or at least, I'm trying to be done with it. I don't want someone that doesn't want me. I don't even know if what I'm feeling is what I really am feeling. Maybe it's just how I'm coping with the break up. Maybe it's just me convincing myself. But I don't know.

It's fun. It's dangerous. It's a secret. It's confusing. It's complicated. 

It's wrong... in all the right ways.

I want it. But if it's not for me. I gotta deal with it. 

You don't feel it. I don't want to pressure you to feel it. I'm starting to feel cheap and I don't like it. Just figure it out. Be with me, don't think about what happens a few months from now. I just want now. That's all I really want from you. I'm not thinking ahead. I'm just seeing you, and this, and what it is right now. 

So tell me what you want. Cut me loose. Damnit, whatever.

I'll cut myself loose. I doubt it will matter much to you :T