Valentine's day is drawing near.
I'll most likely end up crying in my room.
I ended the streak last year.
I hoped it would stay for another.
I hope this stupid boy gets enough courage to call me his.
Because analyzing the texts you send is fucking draining.
You'll never read this but I'll act like you will.
Because this is better than any expensive therapy.
When I hear you laugh it's all I wanna hear.
Especially when the reason you laugh is me.
Sometimes I want to scream at how blind you can be.
Because with the signs I've thrown I thought it obvious to see.
I want you to hold me close and I want to forget about this fucked up world.
And I hate liking you because it feels wrong.
But my heart skips beats when I can hear you breathe.
My breath stops when you speak.
I'm tired of silly games.
Please be mine.
Valentine.
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