Please, for the love of the night, STOP.
Don't you know I can feel you?
All I wanted was that usual connection, but tonight
tonight you overloaded me
with emotion
and not the good kind.
Sweet Moon, your pain is clawing at my chest,
ripping some kind of black hole into me....
please, stop, this hurts.
Don't you know I pick up on it?
on you?
Born sensitive;
sometimes it's a blessing, helps me help others
but right now
god.
It almost surprises me you're capable of such pain.
But that's not all.
No, this is my life's irony
your pain now ignites and fuels my pain.
Because I want to help you, heal this new wound,
and there's nothing I can do.
nothing.
fuck.
I want to DO something, but you're always so unwilling.
Well guess what? You're not helping me
by doing that.