I See you clicked.
I couldn't help but check.
I told you your writing was astonishing. What do you think of mine?
I know, It's nothing, comparatively smaller, much weaker than yours.
I understand if you go back into hiding, under pen and paper.
I would like to say the words you put together.
I honestly mean It when I say:
                                               Wow.
Don't stop.
                  Your writing is too remarkable.

What do I do if I love a girl?
So incredibly that I become speechless.
Am I putting too much emphasis and praise?
Are they as good, as amazing, as fantastic as I believe?
Do I lie to myself? Or is this the absolute truth?
That this one girl.
This girl is everything.
She is happiness,
Sadness,
hopefulness.
That this girl is:
Smart,
Funny,
And god forsaken annoying.
She has engulfed my world.
For she is now my everything.

But I couldn’t tell her.
                  It would ruin everything.

I don’t think I can take it.
Watching him flirt with you.
It’s unbearable,
unbelievable.
I just want to know what you think of him.
I’m envious of how close he can be,
the things he can do to you,
the things you do back.
I want that,
I want you
but it’s hopeless.
Nothing I can ever do will change your mind.
I’m trapped.
A place where I hopelessly love you
and you absolutely don’t
love me back.