I constantly overestimate my self control when it comes to certain things. I've seen you in the light and I have felt you in the dark and I know that you are not good for me, that we are not good for us. We are the petals on the most precious of flowers, glorious until they wilt within a matter of time. But it is so easy to make mistakes when I can rest my head on your chest and listen to your heart beat in perfect time, easy when your warm hands find their way into my pockets and easy when all the things I subconsciously want to hear roll their way off of your tongue.
It is no challenge to list all of the reasons I shouldn't be doing this, but there is always something that overrides my reasoning because there are not many people like you in this world of mine. I am buried deep under all of these words that I have tried to keep, and now you've made this situation a little less translucent. I have found myself in constant undertow.
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