This cursed pull at my heart, it's because of you
I feel a distance reminder of failure and resentment to the girl's with a bold persona, girls that can confess that they are in love.
I cannot confess,
That my feelings for you can be compared to a tsunami terrorizing a village with a population of one--me
I've packed my belongings and strapped my heart way beneath layers of clothing, so when I meet you in the refugee camp, you won't see my blue heart bleeding purple
I won't call for an SOS, it might alert you of my thinning heart strings, it's a danger I cannot survive
This small child crush, it tells of a future with clasped hands, blooming petals, and the orange sunset viewed on the roof of an empty house; the people have abandoned their love and friendship
Much like I have.
I regret not telling you
that every night
I imagined you laying next to me
Crying
