Come on, come on, come on

The little voice in my head keeps saying "no."

It really does.

And I'm listening to it for some reason. I want to fight it, but I'm obeying.

I know I'll give in eventually, but for now I'll keep opportunity, and possibly disaster, at arm's length.

Drunken monologues, confused because
It's not like I'm falling in love I just want you to do me no good
And you look like you could

Every option is a dead end, and I'm not sure where to turn to.

Reflection

You said to come when you're ready
And I've been taking my time...

"You make me want to be a better man"

Strange and too soon to say that.

I've met someone in the past who made me want to be a better person. And then I was... but not for them.

I am the best I can be. But they continue to take that from me, piece by piece.

I'm not ready to be vulnerable. I've already tried that too soon. I don't trust anyone.

So I'm trapped between my head and my heart. Go figure. My head is still winning at the moment.

But only for one day at a time.