Mental not gentle
A relationship can never be the same, once I grab it and make it mine. I am greedy to the point that there is no time. I have to make it mine, I can’t let anyone touch it or have it. I curse at myself for being this way, I am gentle not mental. I can make it on my own without personal materialistic things but when it comes to emotion I want it all. Is this bad to have? Is this okay to hide?
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