I am, bubble wrap.
I am bubbly
More in front of my friends
and acquaintances to be specific
I have times where every little thing in life seems to excite me
But though I seem see through,
I am not
for I do have a flat side of me
This side is most shown in my
and friends when they need someone to talk to
Back to the bubbly side
It can go flat as well
With just enough pressure
I can pop.
IM SORRY IT SEEMS CRUDDY AND RUSHED AT THE END IDK THIS IS PART 1
I hate you
I hate the way you smile
I hate the way your hair looks in the morning
I hate your smirks and dazzling eyes
I hate that you make me nervous
I hate that you're always trying to figure me out
I hate that you notice the little things about me
I hate that you care about me
I hate that you know about me
because now I crave your affection
I hate how you ignore me for hours
I hate that you tell me all about her
I hate everything about you
And maybe that's why I hate myself so much
I've become so attached that I fear I am no where near good enough
He loves me so much but not the way I love him and it hurts 10x more when he shows me he cares.
am i just another girl
photo-copied into your life, like the last one that still begs for you?
please talk to me anyway
please kiss me anyway
please let me believe that you won't lie to me when you say
you don't think of her anymore
sometimes I hope you break my heart
you'd never fade
(but give us a while, I'm hoping you're more than a few pages in my life)
I didn't think it at the time, but my last "I love you" might have been empty. It was to a boring boy. He was nice. he was safe.
you are dangerous and I am terrified.
— The End —