The Romantics of a Silly Person

The Brick Walls of Broken Hearts

So I've known you for years, to the point where I can just walk into your house without hesitation.

You're my bestfriend and so closely placed. I think that's the worst part of it. Because when you talk about all these girls, that like you, want you or even just think you're cute, my heart stumbles when you don't understand why.

I mean, you're beautiful. And not just physically, but everything about you shines bright in the darkness like an odorous candle. It's been so long since I noticed your remarkable beauty, yet I've done nothing to show just how much I crave your presence.

I want you to want me. My lips crave the attention of yours. I wonder everytime we talk that maybe you feel the same way. But then my anxiety rushes back and makes me realise that we're too close to be close.

I just hope that maybe one day you see happiness again, because I dont think we could give each other that after being broken so many times.

That's the trouble when people build brick walls to protect their broken hearts.