Sixth floor beignality hits me
... Like a thunderstorm.
Frying my thoughts.
Drenching my soul in tears.
And I am helpless to stop you.
Do you know what you do with those
harsh
cold
stabbing
words?
Said in another manner
They would be soft, warm, smiling,
A joke.
Not so. Not here. Not now.
You bring my tent of happiness
Crashing down around me.
And I am left exposed, vulnerable.
Do you know not what you can do to me?
Do you understand your power over me?
Do you even care?
You. Insanely beautiful.
Wonderful.
Horrible.
Why do you take my control?
Steal it away from me?
Binding me to you with that intangible thing.
That untouchable thing.
More treasured, more cherished
than pride.
than life
than love...
Didn't you understand?
What I showed you?
Did I shock you?
If you had only asked...
... I would have given it all to you.
Everything.
Even my soul
my life.
my love.
my soul.
my control.
I would have lain it all at your feet.
But I showed you mySelf.
And you're running scared.
Because you understand me.
My drives, my fears.
And that frightens you.
You don't want to feel obligated... to care.
So you're running.
And I'll let you.
Because I love you.
Because I care.
Because if you don't return on your own,
You'll never return at all.