I am too exhausted on how much you made me swim. You kept on fleeing.
“I love you but I do understand the situation. I care for you.”
My impulsive emotion betrayed me once again. But it’s true, no matter how much I’ve tried to relieve you,
I still care. Each scar I have has the shape of your heart. It pains to know no matter what I do you’ll always have a mark.
The saddest part is I am writing for a person who doesn’t care anymore. I don’t know but when it comes to you I feel so weak. It’s like every time you crept a smile, my bones started to crumble. How ridiculous, falling in love with you worked better than a diet.
“You don’t love him. You’re just lonely.” I really did hope that I’m just lonely because I’ll never accept the fact that I’m actually in love with you.
I just want to watch you in silence, to see how your lips moved when you speak, to feel you breathe under my skin. And picture you in my mind the moment when you’re sitting next to me while you read me my favorite book. Listen a song with you alone and say “I love you” quietly. I want to love you in a way that I wouldn’t get hurt. Please lessen the pain and give me more joy. It’s Tuesday and I don’t want sorrow anymore.