I know I haven't been fair.
I have trouble standing still.
I write line after line.
Use up all my time talking instead of living.
Tomorrow I promise things will go differently.
I promise to just let things be.
I know I've said this before.
But I'm going to try, that's all I can say.
I need to stop expecting so much.
And start focusing on who you are now, instead of who I want you to be.
It's not that I don't like you this way.
In fact, I'm infatuated.
I know I speak my mind too easily.
I just want you to see you in the way I do. I want you to know that I think you're amazing. The way you kiss me. I hope you feel it too. It's almost as if when you do, you step back and take one look at me and see everything. All of my flaws and insecurities. I need to stop doubting. If you didn't want to be here with you, you would leave. I suppose that's the fear. But as someone once told me. Be prepared. Everything ends eventually.