Me encanta cada vez contigo
De cualquier cosa yo te pido
Y lo mejor que es en tu piso
Tus ojos, pelo y tu sonrisa

my vision is blurry as I type away,
making several spelling errors.
I miss you, and I still love you,
but I know I shouldn't.

every    time
            I
think
          about it,
I can                 feel heat
          forming                into
                          ­my eyes.

ive learned to drown out the pain.

the thought
of someone
liking you is
gross, but when
they don't, you seem to
become obsessive of the
thought of why they don't.

why couldn't you ever give 𝘮𝘦 a chance like the way you give every other pretty girl a chance?
I see the way you act around every other girl and it scares me how when you first met me you treated me all sweet, and now its like I was just a phase, an era for you.

I
wish to
make you proud,
but its never going to
be completed because I'll never-
ill never ever be enough, will I?