Love is a mess, it takes forever to shake off and sticks to you like glue. It's constantly around you, and everywhere you look it's there. If only I had done myself a favour and not fallen in it. Some say it's a wonderful feeling, to be able to love. But it's painful, when I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach that it's never going to turn out the way I want it too. That he just won't look at me the same way I look at him. He doesn't even know I exist. He doesn't know my name. Yet every morning, he's the first thing on my mind. And he stays there for the rest of the day. I don't tell anyone how I feel, or they'll just claim that I'm a stupid, besotted teenager who knows nothing about love. That all I'm feeling is admiration. Well tell me this, if what I'm feeling is admiration, how come it hurts so much when I try to forget about him? Why does it make me feel empty every time I try to get over him? Why do I feel like he's the only thing that I'll ever care about like this?
You don't even know me. And I'm sure I don't know much about you either. But I feel like I know you inside and out. I feel so empty right about now. Sometimes late at night I wonder what it would be like if I was that tiny bit older. If things were different. If I was the one you held late at night and couldn't bear losing. Would I feel complete? Would I feel happiness? Would I know what love is? Would I be sat here, with my heart aching, longing to see you? I love you. It's as simple as those 3 words and 8 letters. They only have one meaning, and they sound so simple when said. But there is so much pain behind the simplicity. A world of sadness, pain and anguish. You think you're just an innocent man, that you are doing no wrong. But you don't see how much pain you put me through. But you don't just make me sad. You fill me with happiness and longing. You make me love, love. You make me feel like the world would be an empty sphere without your presence. That life wouldn't be worth living.
Damn, why did I fall in love?
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