Every time I begin to think I am getting
over you, I am proven wrong. If I go a
day without speaking to you, I can point
out your flaws. When you're high you
talk too much. When you're drunk you
get angry. You sometimes don't show
empathy for other people's emotions.
Your hands aren't fragile. You don't like
the smell of incense. You argue with
me over things that are not important.
But when I'm with you, your excessive
talking is cute and interesting. When
you're angry, I get excited. Your lack of
emotion towards other people doesn't
bother me because at times i can
understand it. Your hands are rough
and hard on my skin and I like the
sensation. I don't light incense around
you because I much more prefer the
flicker of candle light across your face.
And when you argue with me, I can't
help but feel love. All I feel for you is
love, and I ******* hate it.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
Every time I begin to think I am getting
over you, I am proven wrong. If I go a
day without speaking to you, I can point
out your flaws. When you're high you
talk too much. When you're drunk you
get angry. You sometimes don't show
empathy for other people's emotions.
Your hands aren't fragile. You don't like
the smell of incense. You argue with
me over things that are not important.
But when I'm with you, your excessive
talking is cute and interesting. When
you're angry, I get excited. Your lack of
emotion towards other people doesn't
bother me because at times i can
understand it. Your hands are rough
and hard on my skin and I like the
sensation. I don't light incense around
you because I much more prefer the
flicker of candle light across your face.
And when you argue with me, I can't
help but feel love. All I feel for you is
love, and I ******* hate it.
