You might never love me in the way I want you to. Or the way I need you to. I like you too much and I know it. I've gotten over you, but I continue to fall back in intrigue with you at the slightest provocation.
Because I change my mind a million times a day about you. And at the end of it, I don't believe in you. But against all good judgment, I recognize all the shadows that move like vertigo through my sleep as yours. And believe in you again.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
You might never love me in the way I want you to. Or the way I need you to. I like you too much and I know it. I've gotten over you, but I continue to fall back in intrigue with you at the slightest provocation.
Because I change my mind a million times a day about you. And at the end of it, I don't believe in you. But against all good judgment, I recognize all the shadows that move like vertigo through my sleep as yours. And believe in you again.
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