im so sorry for making you the subjects to my plea, it's because I don't have any other way of telling myself that dreaming of you is not a good thing. I've always tried to fight the frown in my face every time i think about the way you looked at me like i am a wonderful disaster. we've never seen each other since then. that's the thing i hate about summer, it is meant to make good memories and I can't help but get attached to those. i cant help but get attached to you.
if you think this sounds like a plea than a poem, i already know that