Can't

Can't get them out of my head.

It's like someone put me in a pot, and lit a flame underneath me.
I'm cooking from my feet steadily up, and there's nothing but momentum feeding the flames. There's nothing to stop me. I don't know where I'll stop, who I'll meet, and who I'll hurt along the way.

For once I have freedom...and I feel like I'm either abusing it, or I'm using it exactly as I should be. There's just a self guilt trip telling me to stop.

I know exactly who would tell me to stop.

My forever friend, who stopped us from combustion all together. Brought me to the most reasonable conclusion. Got me to stand up for myself, and loved me stronger for it when I told him it could never happen again. I'll always respect him for that...truly, I will.

I'm not being honest with myself, or the people I meet. Which my good friend would tell me to knock off. Exactly that.

I just want someone to take hold of my hand as hard as they can, even if it means handcuffing us together. Slow me down long enough to see the importance of an "I care, and you need to hear why, even if you don't feel the same. Just hear me out...otherwise it's gonna eat away at me and I'll never know till you just hear what I have to say." I'd listen then, and I swear even then...in all my glory, I'd slow down for that.

There's yet to be one to make me feel like much of anything. I at least think well of myself, all on my own.

Just cuts and scrapes behind high walls that some poor soul is gonna have to tear down with his bare hands.

I don't wish that fate upon anyone...so, power to ya, whoever you are.

Dreadlocks: grab a hold, and make me listen. Maybe I did, but don't remember, so tell me again. I don't know when again will be, but I wish it would be sooner rather than later.