Silent Hill

To My Love

I don't think it's healthy to dream about something you know you can never have, but I don't care.

I'm scared, in a way I've never been scared before.

I'm afraid of giving my love to people but when it comes to you it was just stolen.

I'm to shy and ashamed to tell you how I might feel, so I hide behind mini words that spell out ˡᵒᵛᵉ and poems about being forgotten because my deepest fear is that the people I love will one day forget me.

You've already done it, I suppose.

I'm afraid that when I ask you

"what do you think of me?"

your reply will be

"I don't"

I want you to keep me in mind whenever you see a glimpse of sadness, because I'll always be here.

Stuck, hidden, and refreshing the page waiting for you to reply

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