nine hundred and ninety

Thats the number of days
that I've been hopeless.
This feeling for you still stays.

two years eight months eleven days

That's how long I've been cherishing for you.
I hate myself for the fact that there's nothing I'm able to do.
I mean. I could. But I'm obsessed.
Too scared of rejection.
And believe me. I'm trying my best
but what if I mess things up.
What if I would say something wrong.
Something stupid. Or talk for too long.
Or not be able to say anything.

This fear keeps me back
from pouring my heart out.
I know what I feel for you
without any little doubt.