you know,
I tried my best to believe you
"I like you"
well I like you too, *******
so don't **** this up.
again.
"I could get used to this"
really cute, man.
you said that the last time, too.
do you say that to every girl
that you accidentally ****?
but see,
here's the problem.
you're trying,
I see that
but you're not at all doing enough
to win my trust back
if you want this,
if you really want this,
you better show it
like a ******* macy's thanksgiving float
because I will not believe you
'til you get on your knees
and beg, crying
for me to return your affection
because I like you
and this could end so,
so badly
but then there's you.
there's you
and your smile
yeah, the one that pulls
at every muscle, tendon and bone in my body
there's the way that you
so longingly wrap your arms around my waist,
and through the brush of your hands, say silently:
"I can't believe you're this close,
I can't believe that you're here"
the look on your face
when you realize that you've said
something you didn't mean to tell me.
that look of fear that I'll think worse of you.
that time you picked me up
and spun in a circle
kissing my neck
then floated away
saying goodbye
you make this so ******* difficult
you,
are a *******
a stupid
beautiful
*******
I probably should not drink and write, but it's ******* five in the morning and there's no one here to stop me.