Who the fuck do you think you are? I'd like to say regardless of my shyness around you, I'm conceited. In my mind you adore me, my moves and body because I'm the biggest shit out here. I've got alot to offer- a good head on my shoulders, comfort, and wits.
I'm angry at you. You don't even know it but I am. I'm angry that you didn't hug me or offer to stay by me. How am I supposed to feel. You rub me and touch me but don't need me? Are you like the rest, was I mistaken by your charm? Fuck why did you hurt my feelings. I'm sort tempered but you don't know my triggers. How could i expect you to know. I want to fucking talk to you, lean on you. Why are you making it difficult? Don't look at me like that because I want to kiss you. Fuck what are you doing to me?
Fucking answer me, I'm losing my patience here. I am not pushy or a bitch I just wanted you to see me. I'm not angry at you, I'm just in my feelings. Good thing you will never know this side of me because...
How can I expect so much of you when I can't even be with you. Don't even ask me because I don't know, okay, ask my stupid brain because it won't tell me.
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I Can't Let You In
RandomI see you, more than you may know it. I let it slip out once but I will pretend I didn't say it. My deeper thoughts you will never hear but I feel them every time I am around you.
