meghhmuffin
take a bow, good sir. quite a show you put on, capturing my emotions and entangling me in dangerously scandalous sub-plots. i was spun around until disorientated, made to love you until i would spontaneously burst into applause. offstage, you're just a liar.
the words string along like paper chains, folded and haphazardly snipped at until a jumble of syllables is spilled out like confetti. you don't really understand what i'm saying, but the emotion in my eyes says it all.
in my brain, it's you and him. you're not physically fighting. you're not emotionally fighting. each of you are tugging on my heart strings, grabbing at muscle and sinew and ripping in both directions until i feel as if every tendon of my poor, dysfunctional heart is strung out across the continent. alaska to new york.
i'm done with these airplanes, these rocketships taking me to bigger and better places. why can't i just stay here; right here and enjoy the view? need i technology for a better appreciation for my world as it is?