I hoped you would dream of me every day, and think of me every night.
That my name would not rest in the back of your mind, but linger on the tip of your tongue.
I had wished pining after me was not a pleasant interest, that it would’ve made you paranoid and afraid to be alone.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
I hoped you would dream of me every day, and think of me every night.
That my name would not rest in the back of your mind, but linger on the tip of your tongue.
I had wished pining after me was not a pleasant interest, that it would’ve made you paranoid and afraid to be alone.
** H. Mars
(I wrote this for you, former lover)