Hopeless romantics.
My, my, my how I love them. a true paradox is what they are having no hope whatsoever that they’ll find someone, yet, still falling in love with love, hoping but not hoping.
To be confused by whether or not they do or don’t want you. Such agony yet, they make it seem beautiful. The utter beauty in pain
it’s funny in books and tv shows, but in reality it's hard.
Struggling to decide whether any of your feelings are true or if they like you back or they don’t then, anxiety gets the best of you. To try and try and try only to be told to give up. there’s no chill. there’s no, “I’ll just wait for them”.
Having so much love to give and no one to give it to. such disappointment and as wonderful as it is it gets unbearable, unbelievable, and out of reach.
the thought of love so close to my fingertips. In my reach. Maybe I hope for too much? No, maybe too little? I get told I should lower my standards but others say they’re too low.
God, how am I supposed to know?
too little too much but it’s still never enough. Not enough to have the love that I want.
So cupid I ask of you to stop shooting your arrows into my heart and leading me into coincidences that aren’t really coincidences. Stop putting me in the same places at the same times because, they never notice me. Cupid I ask that I stop being a joke. A laugh and entertainment to you. because I don’t find it hilarious or amusing to be built up just to fall back down. but its bittersweet. I’ll miss the fall, the crash, the scars. The deep plummet down. Because if I must be honest. The feeling of giving someone love, that has never had it before, is the BEST feeling I could ever have.
