I write about you.

I write about you all the time. it is the only thing that seems to keep me sane these days. I can’t say all the things that I want to say to you because then you will just run away. guys scare away easily and I can’t have you go because maybe then i’ll stop breathing. I can’t stop breathing. or maybe I can but that isn’t the point. the point is I love you and I want to tell you and I want to be with you.
but how can I when I have a boyfriend. how can I lie about where I will be for an entire weekend. how can I lie about being in your arms when thats the only place I really want to be. is it really what I want? yes. then why am I hesitant? I dont know. please help me baby, please. I can’t do this without you but then again I am. I guess what I mean to say is I want you, I dont need you but I have never needed anyone besides myself. I have never needed you. but now, for some ungodly reason, I feel as though I need you more than anything and holy shit my heart is on fire and you have to help me baby please help me. I can’t do this on my own and yet here I am doing it on my own but still asking for you.
maybe I am wrong.
maybe I need you.

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