It seems like I have a slight case of emotional unavailability
It’s not that I’m, unable to love
But it’s more like, do I really wanna be?
Knee deep in some shit that I can’t even see coming
And when I do, I’m always cuming and coming over every night humming blissfully
Letting the sun rise before I can turn off my bedside table light
Because emotions have me available and emotions have me up all night
Emotions have me
Available
To fall susceptible to the ones who only climb away
The ones who aren’t ready to date but ready to play games like how I pretend I don’t notice the questionable shit you say
Available to climb after you as I fall deeper and crash further into a dark sleeping abyss of
Love?
Or is lust?
Or is it pending infatuation?
I probably couldn’t tell because emotions have me on nightshift rotation
Available for relocation
From sensible to sensitive
And losing attentiveness to things I was always preventive with
Rententive to the disincentives of emotions
I’m going through the motions
To almost theorize why closing my eyes is better than having to try
Having to risk a risk
Having to whisk past brick walls I’ve frisked
Wondering whether to climb or to resist
Another emotion
Another possible crushing devotion
Or surprising remotion of the doubt I have agaisnt pending emotions
It seems like I have a slight case of emotional unavailability
You say you want me, but are you ready to see if I fight or if I flee?