Echoes Below

Misread intentions - here's the glory boy's joy. Holed up in frustration over something that's pure. I don't even love you yet you fear for your life. Why interact when there are screens everywhere? Misread intentions - no point in being coy. Just conversation is all I'm really asking. Friendship is not the same as romance. But second guessing intentions is an international sport. I'm sorry for interrupting I'd just thought I'd pass it on! Misread intentions - stitched up to be the foil. I'd just appreciate honesty instead of dancing on my tiptoes around what is and what is not allowed. Mutual understanding remains demanding on a wavelength. Drift on away from the scene. A sense from a broken time, another life. It's what they always say. Or rather what they don't. Leaving indecipherable hints when they could just say it.

Making schedules just to tear them up again. Living on frustrated dreams and tearing people inside out for making your job more difficult. It's the same as it was before - someone asks a question and you make a theatre of bile and ridicule. Share your anger and it ends up in the wrong place. A distant time yet the same face. Withholding information for a long time as he hasn't done what I've told him. His complaints ring hollow to me even if they are the truth. Tired routines, tired excuses. I could gaslight him into losing weight, women have had to suffer it all these years, let's see how he deals with it. I don't want to hear him speak, the snivelling little gobshite. He's young so what the fuck does he know? Only I know where the answers are and not only that I HAVE THE ANSWERS TO EVERYTHING! Send a little letter so that I can persuade them to take him off the list. I'll send it twice in case he rips up the papers. I've denied him proper medication fo...