I cannot tell,
If the emotion originating in my stomach, The feeling that is radiating from my soul; Is a consequence of you, regardless that your distance is great, with the one word hello, or the tailspin of laughter you send me into.
You’re the master puppeteer.
Is the feeling in the pit of me showing my dear? The fear of your intelligence expressed upon my messages, those messages written without consideration. The fact with every breath you take and word you make, you plaster DANGER across your forehead. For when someone knows how people work, and has the intelligence to combat every argument, every conversation, every breath you’ve taken;
You’ve already lost half the battle. You’ve already lost control.
You’re already hurt.