Hey,
I like you.
What's the matter?
Yeah, I know. That was kindda stupid.
But yeah, I honestly do.
See, I have zero fucking ideas if you like me too.
If you don't, then just please say it straight to my face.
'Cause I'm getting pretty tired of playing your guessing game.
I know I'm getting annoying.
I'm sorry.
I just honestly love talking to you and I know you hate it.
I'm really sorry.
I'm sorry that I'm not handsome enough.
I'm sorry that I sometimes avoid you in public.
I'm sorry if my gifts are not the ones you want.
I'm sorry that we are complete opposites.
I'm sorry if I don't have the balls to talk to you on public.
I'm sorry for being weird.
I'm sorry for the times that I wasn't able to help you.
I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable.
I'm sorry for being awkward
I'm sorry for trying to fit in to your world that's so big.
I'm sorry that I don't understand what you're feeling.
I'm sorry if I can't take away the pain.
I'm sorry for me being me.
I'm sorry for everything.
I'm sorry...
It's fine.
You can ignore me.
I'll be okay.
I know I have my limits.
I know them too well that I'm too afraid of crossing the line.
I just wanted to say sorry for everything
And I just wanted you to know that I'm trying so hard,
So hard to make you smile,
So hard to fit in,
So hard to be the your ideal guy.
But then again, I'll never be good enough.
That's okay.
It's okay.
I'll always like you
And
Things
Will
Never
Change.
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A Collection Of Thoughts
PoetryA collction of poems, shorts stories and other stuff that spawns in my silly little head, written by yours truly