And this, this is why I think we won't work.
It's not the religion or anything petty like our differences in lifestyle or love for sport. It is not the people who flock to you and the people I choose to keep.
It is the ceiling of your life that crumbles onto your shoulders that you insist on carrying alone.
It is the flaws and creaks in the floorboard of your surroundings that make it impossible to approach without destroying.
It is the worry that grows with your thoughts and how you live your life.
It is the idea that your world is so chaotic I can't bear to have you know mine.
Because how can I love you when your heart beats for another? How can I love you if I must be the stable foundation all the time. How can I love you when you don't see anything past yourself? How can I?
