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I can't. 

I'm sorry.

 I can't not love her.

 I don't know how to. 

I think about her too much.

 I love her too much.

 I worry about her when she's not around and when I see her, 

all I want to do is pull her into my arms and kiss her.

 I can't just stop. 

She's always going to mean something to me.

 Maybe I need time and space but right now, 

I'm stuck.

 I don't see a day without her.

 I don't want there to be a day that I'm without her.

 I fucking love her. It's not just gonna disappear.

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(By the way most of these are older)

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