a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.

with me.

am i ever going to be the one?
i know i don't seem like much,
but i was just hoping it would be enough
for you to have a reason to stay
with me.

but it never ends so good for me, does it?

sometimes these moments
lead me to believe
that at some point or another
you could've felt the same, too.

but now i'm just confused.
spring is making an appearance soon,
and i don't know if i'd want to leave
whatever this was
in the eternity of winter haze.

i'm sorry that i'm insecure.
i know you don't see much in me.
but i was still hoping you would stay
with me.