you make it hard to think,
you make it hard to mumble,
to speak.
you make me weak,
breathless.
i don't know what to say,
what to do.
i feel so hopeless,
i feel so numb,
but i like it.
i don't think you understand how much you mean to me,
how much any bit of abandonment tears me apart,
or how every word you say makes my mind race to catch up to my heart beat.
you don't know
how much blood i would shed
to fit your standards.
he doesn't have standards.