changes
I know you don't know how you affect me, but I want to stop hurting.
I feel like so much has changed since the beginning of the school year. we grew really close. now I miss you. I saw a video of you, I miss how close we used to be. I miss your stupid commentary and my snarky remarks. I miss sitting next to you. I miss being able to face you for more than 5 seconds without getting scared that I'm going to make you uncomfortable. I miss what we used to have, before I screwed everything up. I'm sorry.
you don't seem to talk to me anymore.
you said it was just because you don't know what to say but outside of school you seem to avoid me. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable. it's all my fault.
it just hurts.
it really hurts when you don't seem to acknowledge me except to barely greet me and then you move on to someone else.
I know there are people better than me. I know you have better friends.
I know I'm not good enough. I've accepted that.
It just hurts to know that you're my priority and I'm not yours. but at some point, as I keep waiting for you,
my muse,
I'll come to accept that, too. -a.p
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I guess you don't
look at my eyes
the way I look at yours -c.l
YOU ARE READING
words to you, my muse
Romanceyou said you liked my writing. so here's a journal full of it. ================================ read with an open mind. all words/entries are written by me unless stated otherwise.
