you're a lovely person.
really, you are.
perhaps if i were normal,
this wouldn't be so bad.
if my head would get it straight that people do care about me,
that not all of my friends secretly hate me,
that i have talents and i should take pride in them,
that i am capable and deserving of love,
maybe then,
this wouldn't be so hard.
you're so sweet.
i think you really do care.
but my head keeps yelling,
that it's all faked,
i'm lying to myself,
and that nothing i ever do will deserve this.
but if it would stop,
this could almost be good.
and i think that terrifies me.
and i think my head should shut up.
because in the end,
i might want this.
YOU ARE READING
love is like a roller coaster
Poezja𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. the hopeless ramblings of a hopeless romantic. > (completed)
