I thought I meant something to you.
Something grand,
Something pure.
I thought you liked me
the way I liked you.
Turns out I'm just there to give my love and not expect a thing in return.
I'm as useless as the white crayon.
And yet you still haven't responded to me-
You were never my black paper- my one and only match.
....
Why can't I just stop talking to you?
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC
I thought I meant something to you.
Something grand,
Something pure.
I thought you liked me
the way I liked you.
Turns out I'm just there to give my love and not expect a thing in return.
I'm as useless as the white crayon.
And yet you still haven't responded to me-
You were never my black paper- my one and only match.
....
Why can't I just stop talking to you?
12:50 AM
6/12/16
