Tuesday, February 12, 2013

broken thoughts

You are like a secret garden I would sneak into every night, just to watch the stars.

Last month:
Looking at your pimples and thinking how perfect you are.

Two days ago:
Oh you won't mention me. OMG you did!

Last night:
I'm not missing you.

Just now:
Fuck that dream.

You won't call. You were busy with someone else.

Two days ago:
How do I deserve to get someone as sweet as you?

I like you. No I don't. Fuck that. I love you. Wait, maybe I don't. Please be with me, always.

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