And I'm sorry for loving you Because I know it wasn't real love And I know it was wrong. But you make me spin.
I know you know quadrants I could never be what you need You gave me a taste and ripped it away and I'm done. You weren't cruel, stated intentions. It was me who said "maybe " and "because" and it just, won't fly with you.
It wasn't real It wasn't real.
All I need is your approval. I fall at your feet and all you are is a boy, and that's scary for a boy.
I'd like to be your friend but it's only when I'm drunk I can be brave enough to give you recommendations and music.
You probably never think of me You're only here for her I get it I know I'm not enough I know I'm not good.
I'm grateful you even breathe in my direction. I should be more grateful you expend oxygen to occasionally speak to me. I'm not worth the time. I'm not worth Anything.
I had this crush on a guy and freaked him out with just my...everything as well as the crush - because when it started I was with someone else as well so it was just a whole confusing hell. But he was mostly there for our beloved Tiny, and that's ok as well as understandable - it just stings a little sometimes. Issues all round.
i used to think our love was a sonnet timeless, and completely without measure twirling, intertwining words within it containing phrases sparkling with treasure i loved you like i could be a poet i said all the words i knew how to say to create a love you wouldn't forget when our song came on, we'd get up and sway like our love could be put to the music i sang along and you stayed quiet but your silence was almost intrinsic my love for you, you needn't requite yes, i thought our love was a sonnet a poem that you would never forget
guess it's a haiku lovely, ambiguous, but already over
just a sonnet and a haiku about how i **** up love :)))