When I'm with you, I feel more like myself then with anyone else.
Like I'm the best version of myself.
Happy.
You make me want to tell you all my secrets.
Well, you make me comfortable,
enough to tell you
the things I hide from anyone else.
Somehow our weird friendship started to fill in all my cracks,
and all the holes my family has poked in me.
You made me feel less broken.
But little did I know,
I was making more cracks, more holes.
The way I feel about you,
makes me feel so empty,
so resoundingly hollow and alone.
Because every time you do something
that points out
how much I feel for you,
it reminds me.



how you don't feel the same.