something about

and loving yourself when you’re always alone and
you yearn for friends and love but can’t seem
to reach out far enough…being able to still be nice to me
and supply that love to me and let me be alone.

alone or together, alone or together
If I can’t reconcile, I’ll stay in the middle
there’s nothing in the middle but skinned
knuckles and spilled coffee.

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  1. Melli says:

    unless you are very careful and do not drink coffee :) There is always someone out there loving you! What you think is what you get! I think there is room in the middle for honey mustard!

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