Is there something wrong with me?
Am I not good enough?
Do I come across too strong?
Am I not talkative enough?
What if I changed?
What if I promised you all my attention?
What if I told you I would no longer ignore your messages, no longer say I'm busy when I'm not, and tell you everything I feel?
I promise to listen to every word you have to say.
I promise to hold your hand, in secret and in open.
I promise to confess my love every time you enter my head, my heart.
But I guess it's too late now.
These promises mean nothing to you.
They mean everything to me.