Sick
It's the only way I can describe the feeling
You were the first to say I love you
I made sure that I didn't say it first because
I wanted to make sure that's the way you feel and now that you have, I'm in doubt
Of course I love you
And I want nothing more than it to finally be returned
But now that I got what I wanted
I can't help but feel like you're lying again
The doubt is making me sick
There's a constant "he's lying" spinning around in my head
At the same time there's a part of me that believes that you actually do
It doesn't quite help that you're not an easy person to read
If you were, I would know for sure
But you aren't so I'm really confused and I feel sick to my stomach hoping that your word is true
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Thoughts
AléatoireThis is mostly stories that are used rant without directly ranting. It makes me feel much better so I don't really care that no one reads this. As long as I'm happy, nothing else matters. (That's a total lie. I'm way more caring than I should be.)
