It is me with the cold feet. It is me who is scared. It is me who doesn’t want to love, doesnt want to put forth any effort. Then my heart screams “I WANT TO SEE YOU!”, or then I dream about our first kiss. But why? Is it because I trully like you, because you remind me of how he was before we were together? Or is it because I only fall for the guy that likes me first?
I hate how everything seems to eventually boil down to how popular you are. Even the places where it shouldn’t matter.
not my intention
to be gone for so long, to be empty for so long.