I’m ashamed of how I miss you, it makes me feel weak. It’s a selfish kind of want, and I hate it. I’m so miserable it hurts. I just want to be with you

The worst part about all of this is that you don’t even care anymore. I’m being completely ignored by the person who's supposed to always be there for me and you don’t even realize it…

I love you.

And as many times as it’s almost come out of my mouth, attached to a “good night"or a “good morning…have a good day,” it doesn’t get past my lips.

A couple of times, I thought that maybe in the midst of my sleep I had mumbled it to you…and that maybe you heard my quiet confession. But you’ve never let on.
And you should know. By now you should know.

But us as females we can get on your nerves, as I watch you observe, it's like Instagram is an ocean as I watch it emerge, you the center of my attention boy anything that occurs, you're in it, I'm wining, blatantly I'm coming nostalgic over past relationships i became evicted in, there's no telling if love lasts for ever or is it just a boat meeting its ladder.

Most things that we think will last will fall in a blink of an eye, the boy that I can never have is to handsome and fly, I just kinda fell but I'm irrelevant in the eyes of the beholder, behold it, behold it, come hold me, if it's real show me.

Love is not existent in my existence, we fall in love at young ages without resisting, casually found love at the step of a door, whispering give me some more I guess love is so persistent that's why instantly we fall instant for the wrong guy, laid eyes on the guy, for some reason we fall short at the wrong times, make it feel like we're to young to love but I'm constantly overthinking about this guy