GothAngel

The protection of the rejection

It feels like you\'re throwing pebbles of glass at me When you rejected me.

You call it the protection,

But I call it the rejection

Of what you truly want,

And what we truly want,

And what our tingles truly want.

Our tangled want to meet,

But you rejected for the protection—

That makes you long

For the flipping days of the calendar,

Till the protection turned into

Tingly, slippery slides.