When you're not around,
I feel weighted
Like I can barely hold myself up
looking in the mirror.
I feel average,
morose,
usually easily pleased with everything i see
now angered,
ill minded.
It's like I'm bitter,
that I'm not hanging around your
over boyish charm,
your know-it-all attitude,
your breathy voice (especially when it's my name on your lips)
your teasing antics,
your gorgeous smile
and oh god,
does it make me fall apart
I've never had this feeling
Never lost something I never had
Never had a heartbreak
Where I didn't hand him my heart
It's genuinely a baffling feeling
I don't want him,
Because I can't have him,
it's simple.
He's not mine to have,
not a single other way about it.
But somehow,
despite all his flaws,
despite mine,
despite my own raging objections,
When the lightnings striking,
the winds are howling,
and he's just staring at me,
light hitting his eyes and smiling,
I want him.
I'm not familiar with this feeling,
this ache,
this warmth,
the longing
lying in bed,
stretching my hands out,
reaching,
searching,
wishing
for his
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
When you're not around,
I feel weighted
Like I can barely hold myself up
looking in the mirror.
I feel average,
morose,
usually easily pleased with everything i see
now angered,
ill minded.
It's like I'm bitter,
that I'm not hanging around your
over boyish charm,
your know-it-all attitude,
your breathy voice (especially when it's my name on your lips)
your teasing antics,
your gorgeous smile
and oh god,
does it make me fall apart
I've never had this feeling
Never lost something I never had
Never had a heartbreak
Where I didn't hand him my heart
It's genuinely a baffling feeling
I don't want him,
Because I can't have him,
it's simple.
He's not mine to have,
not a single other way about it.
But somehow,
despite all his flaws,
despite mine,
despite my own raging objections,
When the lightnings striking,
the winds are howling,
and he's just staring at me,
light hitting his eyes and smiling,
I want him.
I'm not familiar with this feeling,
this ache,
this warmth,
the longing
lying in bed,
stretching my hands out,
reaching,
searching,
wishing
for his
My thoughts vs my feelings, my thoughts on you hit the ceiling
but my feelings aren't a real thing
if i feel things i don't really deserve