Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts

Wishes

I wish I could find the right words. 
Jagged scars.
Salty tears.
Mixed emotions and forming notions.
So many things that I see and can't forget.
I wish you would
look at me like you
actually loved me.
You swore you loved me
But how can you,
If you were never there?
I'm too scared to tell you how I really feel.
Maybe you won't find me so appealing then.