"I like this girl": the most frightening proclamation my mind can make.
For you see once I do land upon that revelation, my brain becomes a ticking clock until the day it all dies.

I can make you like me. I've done it before and I'll do it again.
For some people, that is the only issue but for me I can do it without much thought.

What I can't do is make you stay. I can have you telling me that I mean the world to you, and I can tell you the same thing.

Sometimes I might even be telling the truth.

But no matter the situation there will come a day where you will walk out that door
and never come back.

So what do I do?
Should I lie in bed and wait for the world to either end or come to me?
Should I write some sappy ******* line and just stare at my notebook?
Should I go out and show the world what I can do?
What can I do?

I don't give two *****.
I'm 19. Do you hear me? 19. The world isn't ******* ending tomorrow.
I like this girl. 1st grade math was more complicated than this.
So, I don't care how long you decide to stay. I'm just happy you came over.
I'm not hopeless, just romantic and these days my time is spent thinking about you,
so let's end this charade and see what happens.

And I'm not trying to write this just to sway your mood or decisions.
I'm just saying that if we were colors, I'd be blue and you'd be yellow.
Not because they go together or some nonsense like that, but because "***** it, we're colors, the world is a better place"

I guess what I'm trying to get at is life's short.
I can sit here all day and whine and be mad at all the shortcomings in my life and I can try to rationalize where I've gone wrong and how to change you

but then I'd probably miss a whole bunch of yellows.