Ok.
So it's Valentines day.
I'm alone,
but I'm in love again.
The chemicals in my brain are firing pleasure sensors
or whatever that science **** says.
It bothers me that I live a lie no matter what truth I embrace
but whatever
I'm in love with his smile
his laugh
how he and I know exactly what each other is thinking
telepathy is our ESP.
If he knew was me
he would know it was him
still is him
by the way
I'm in love with his poetry
his voice
Every new thing I learn
Is a starburst in my heart
I know I look like a stalker
the way I follow him
but seeing him is my sanity
I have to believe
he will love me one day
if I want to live
another day
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
Ok.
So it's Valentines day.
I'm alone,
but I'm in love again.
The chemicals in my brain are firing pleasure sensors
or whatever that science **** says.
It bothers me that I live a lie no matter what truth I embrace
but whatever
I'm in love with his smile
his laugh
how he and I know exactly what each other is thinking
telepathy is our ESP.
If he knew was me
he would know it was him
still is him
by the way
I'm in love with his poetry
his voice
Every new thing I learn
Is a starburst in my heart
I know I look like a stalker
the way I follow him
but seeing him is my sanity
I have to believe
he will love me one day
if I want to live
another day
