I hate it. It's complete crap that I care so much. Of your opinions, your responses, your feelings, my feelings, and everything that has to do with you. I want to forget you, I really do. I hate the feeling. I hate loving you so much it hurts. Every single day, my thoughts are about you. Whenever I wake up, during school, when I'm walking home, when I do my homework, and I lie in bed, thinking about you, not sleeping, but thinking. I can't sleep. I lie in bed wishing and wondering about the things you will do if you actually knew. And here I am again, thinking, turning and twisting this stupid, soft, fragile, glass heart of mine. I'm just on the brink of shattering, and yet, you don't have a clue.
But I still love you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and stuff
PoetryThis book is to mainly express my feelings or whatever. I'm bored too.
