it's okay i know you're busy
i'm just laying down, and every five minutes i
type a text to you
saying something different each time
from
"i love you and miss you!! can i come see you?"
to
"i hate you so much how could you do this to me"
but i don't send any,
because i've already sent two.
and i'm trying to give you the space you deserve.
i want to spill
all my secrets to you.
but more than that, i want  to know all of yours.
so badly,
i want to know all the things that will hurt me
beyond repair.
Having my heart ripped out by you would be
better than having one.