Apr 2015
Please i’m begging you on my knees. Please stay. Please tell me you love me. Please hold me and tell me you will stay.
You had me wrapped around your little finger the minute you walked through that door. My friends warned me about you. “Don’t let him lure you in.” “He’s a ****** bag.” “He will break your heart.” “All he wants is you to feel pain.” I heard them as clear as glass but did I listen? Did I? No… Of course not. The signs were there. Your hair… Your hat… Your use of bad language… Your cocky grin when you looked at me… Your eyes when they stared me down… And you dragged me in. You charmed me with passion. You talked to me non stop. You would wink and lick your lips…
And I just smiled and fell into your trap. Then one day. After all the attempted conversations. You told me you didn't want me talking to you. I asked why and cussed at you. You told me I was immature. I told you I was fragile. You told me you werent. “Why do you take things so personally!” your cold heart spoke to my broken heart. I spent my days thinking about you… My nights crying over you… “Its all about age and maturity” you said. “It’s still possible. It just will take time.” you whispered. “Wait a few years…” your hands snaked around my throat, “Just wait and see… Maybe we will be together soon…” you told me.
I am too young for you yet you are not too old for me. You let me into your world… I wanted to stay! Yet you shut the door on me…
My fingers hover over the keyboard. Your contact name accentuated by a little broken heart.
-Hey.
DELETE
-Hey!
DELETE
-Hello.
DELETE
-Hi.
DELETE
I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to long the sight of you in front of me anymore. No. I want you next to me. I want you close. Is that too much to ask for?!
I guess it is…
Maybe you are just afraid to love someone so innocent…? Maybe you don't want to break me…?
Will two years go by if I blink twice? Or do I have to click my heels three times?
I know the years will roll by and we might forget each other. I hope not. But at the same time I do… I want to forget the little things. The little memories. I want to forget how you made me feel. How I was happy and in love… I want to forget how you make me feel now… Broken and sad…
Why do I love you?! I don’t understand myself… I know i’m not your only… I know I will forever be your number two… But just know that you are my number one when I wish you were my number negative one…
You are the devil. I am an angel. And I fell for you. My self conscience has disowned me… She mocks me… But I am in love… And sadly, i'm in love with you…
You had me wrapped around your little finger the minute you walked through that door. My friends warned me about you. “Don’t let him lure you in.” “He’s a ****** bag.” “He will break your heart.” “All he wants is you to feel pain.” I heard them as clear as glass but did I listen? Did I? No… Of course not. The signs were there. Your hair… Your hat… Your use of bad language… Your cocky grin when you looked at me… Your eyes when they stared me down… And you dragged me in. You charmed me with passion. You talked to me non stop. You would wink and lick your lips…
And I just smiled and fell into your trap. Then one day. After all the attempted conversations. You told me you didn't want me talking to you. I asked why and cussed at you. You told me I was immature. I told you I was fragile. You told me you werent. “Why do you take things so personally!” your cold heart spoke to my broken heart. I spent my days thinking about you… My nights crying over you… “Its all about age and maturity” you said. “It’s still possible. It just will take time.” you whispered. “Wait a few years…” your hands snaked around my throat, “Just wait and see… Maybe we will be together soon…” you told me.
I am too young for you yet you are not too old for me. You let me into your world… I wanted to stay! Yet you shut the door on me…
My fingers hover over the keyboard. Your contact name accentuated by a little broken heart.
-Hey.
DELETE
-Hey!
DELETE
-Hello.
DELETE
-Hi.
DELETE
I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to long the sight of you in front of me anymore. No. I want you next to me. I want you close. Is that too much to ask for?!
I guess it is…
Maybe you are just afraid to love someone so innocent…? Maybe you don't want to break me…?
Will two years go by if I blink twice? Or do I have to click my heels three times?
I know the years will roll by and we might forget each other. I hope not. But at the same time I do… I want to forget the little things. The little memories. I want to forget how you made me feel. How I was happy and in love… I want to forget how you make me feel now… Broken and sad…
Why do I love you?! I don’t understand myself… I know i’m not your only… I know I will forever be your number two… But just know that you are my number one when I wish you were my number negative one…
You are the devil. I am an angel. And I fell for you. My self conscience has disowned me… She mocks me… But I am in love… And sadly, i'm in love with you…
