Let's hear it.

Crush my heart.

Ignite this flame.

I'll pretend it's all the same.

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My inner nutbag has been unleashed today. After all this time playing it all cool around my ex-sweetie (who I am now trying to encourage a relationship out of) I was busy playing the sideways talking hyperactive teenager just before we parted ways today.

She talks a big game about leaving the dude she is seeing, but doesn't do shit on the kicking him to curb part of that equation. So I started trying to kiss her and just being natural instead of rigid around her. I've really got to stop doing that...

 Been journaling again, probably just a way for me to keep track of how incredibly complex and roller coaster-ish my life has been over the past year.

Odd patterns arise in my mind: that poem in my last post is not about the woman who now consumes me like I've fallen underground. It's about a co-worker. Which was exactly the same thing that happened years and years ago.

 I'm stuck in this certain voice when I write lately.  It's bugging me.