I'm picky. I like who I like, and that region does NOT include everyone, far from it.
Maybe my selectiveness is my downfall, it leaves me alone more often than not.
But do you deny me my wish
to be wanted
to be loved
to belong
I had never fallen that hard
And no, I've never classified my feelings as love
and the same applies there
but I can't help but wonder
what I did wrong
It keeps me up until the words aren't words anymore
but rather spikes behind my eyes
waiting to impale me
as soon as I know she's moved on.
I know it won't be hard for her, and that's not a jab at her amazing self.
I'm just too willing. And easy to forget.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
I'm picky. I like who I like, and that region does NOT include everyone, far from it.
Maybe my selectiveness is my downfall, it leaves me alone more often than not.
But do you deny me my wish
to be wanted
to be loved
to belong
I had never fallen that hard
And no, I've never classified my feelings as love
and the same applies there
but I can't help but wonder
what I did wrong
It keeps me up until the words aren't words anymore
but rather spikes behind my eyes
waiting to impale me
as soon as I know she's moved on.
I know it won't be hard for her, and that's not a jab at her amazing self.
I'm just too willing. And easy to forget.
