I love the way your name tastes in my mouth. Like how if I say it enough, that maybe you'll think I'm special, if I say your name a few more times then maybe you'll see something you didn't before.
But you're a right *******, and I don't feel bad for you.
Except I do.
Somehow, you always make me feel the need to nurture you. And that is an unhealthy habit.
There is another boy, who tells me nice things, and has common interests. But I don't look at him like I look at you. You could tell me you hated me, and I would tell you all the things you should hate me for. I have so many pent up feelings, because I don't feel like I have a right to express them. I have so many things I want to tell you but feel they would wash off your back. I'm so torn between coming off as a ***** and having a clean slate or drowning under all the I love you's I didn't get to say.
I'm an infinite mess of emotions and I will fall in love with you if you tell me nice things.