Proclivity for retention.

Circling everywhere but onward, around we turn in unspecified place but friendship of a kind, if wanted, if not, in choice had I proclaim to pick. He hastens away, I retreat to be reclaimed with echoes of my own stolen on his lips. All and nothing becomes changed. Compacted, unhurried to show who am I to his unexpressed he and what are we inreleased.

Frigid, stuck in attatchment with not intimacy returned...dispirited, discouraged disheartened, left cooling in desire. I can not speak lodged words that will fluster him gone or draw him near. I live fearful in both, holding in that desperately, longingly needs released...I am, soley, sadly constipated in love.