So because
I need an obsession,
I want to be
Head-over-heels in love
With you.
Even though deep inside,
I know I am not
And hopefully this yearning for you
The craving of your lips
(Is this attraction normal?)
Will one day fizzle out.
I know we will
Never happen,
And in films they say this and in the end,
It turns out nice
Everyone is happy
With their true love;
But this is a world where people are real.
My story is being told through many ways.
Sometimes I find myself
Just make it up.
Because falling in love would be
An intrepid adventure
But it’s never going to happen to me.
No one will ever read this,
But me.
People can't just fly away in real life.
I don't know what I'm fighting for,
Anymore.
I don't know why I am unhappy.
I want someone who
I can trust with my life-
Who accepts me for who I am
And likes that I don't seek attention,
But adore it all at the same time.
A boy who will talk to me,
And not ignore me.
Who makes the first move,
Because as long as I know where I stand
I will be okay.
I only want to be okay.
Here I am,
Writing about you again
At half 11
At night
Wanting but dreading sleep
But maybe I will
Meet you in my dreams,
Again and
Maybe you will tell me sweet things,
Or maybe we'll do more.
Be more.
Maybe we will be people
That we are not.
Who can sleep
When their mind is alive with
These heartbreaking, wonderful
Fascinations.
(found as an acting bookmark for Peter Pan)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}