I want you. I really want you.
More than I’ve ever wanted anything lately.
I want you to want me back just as badly.
But even if you wanted me half as much…
That would be enough.
I hate that I feel this way. But at least it’s passion.
You are numb to love.
Who hurt you? What happened?
Is it warranted or are you overreacting?
Is it me. You. Her?
Is it us?
Did I not do enough?
Something I didn’t do right?
Just my body that you liked?
What is it?
Do you even know that you make me sigh? Keep me up all night?
Why can’t I just walk alway?
I just wanted to be bae.
Man it didn’t start out this way.