Expecting too much, knowing I'll only be hurt in the end.
Overflowing emotions, like drops of water steadily streaming down a glass that's been filled to the brim.
This silence will be the end of me, the end of us.
And I can't take that, so I'll remain stoic and silent, waiting and hoping. Waiting for you to meet me, hoping that you'll actually meet me...
I love you, more than I can say but not so much to make things more. I dream of you, of us.. happy, careless, just being us. Being the teenagers we are, making dumb choices and living with the after effects.
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Messy Writings
RandomA place for all my oneshots, ideas, thoughts, and anything else I can think of. Not expected to be great, or astounding, but meant to allow your imagination to soar.
