I just want to talk to you. Yeah, I want to kiss you and hold you and make you laugh and smile but the fact that I think about you when you're probably not thinking about me is what is causing this huge aching painful emptiness inside of my chest, a spot that used to be filled with the warmth you caused whenever you said my name. I just want to spend time with you, in your presence knowing that all your smiles and jokes and stories are directed to me, just to me, because I know I'm your one and only. And I've said this before, apologizing for how utterly stupid I sound and hating the way this silly cliche sounds clumsily falling out of my mouth but how can you not see the way that you completely drive me crazy?
haven't written anything in a while... but here's something I wrote a long while ago