From how long it takes you to text back, to the song you like, to the things you do.
It worries me how much I like you,
It worries me that you don’t like me as much as I like you.
I’m losing my appetite and losing sleep.
I stay up all night thinking of perfect scenarios. And try to scrutinise every dip and curve of our good, not-so-good, bad, really bad kind of conversations.
You make me happier than I ever thought I could be,
And I’m also scared that I ever thought I could be.
Coudn’t you make it more chaotic, more bewildering?
Or Could you just hold my hand and tell me that everything is forever?
And be mine.?
Sometimes breathing is
difficult when my lungs
are filled with salt water
and my mind is filled with
Well, Shouldn’t this emotion be so familiar?
There’s a bizarre feel of loss,
Loss of something that wasn’t mine.
Loss of something I thought was mine.
I’m scared. Broken.
This unknown strange feeling has over powered all the happenings of the day
and has left me with nothing but tears..
Nothing but the same girl trying to get over the hard fact… Rejection.
There are some nights I find myself caught by my own reflection in a stranger’s mirror and I stand there scrutinizing every dip and curve trying to understand how this all came to be.
The time of pain and disappointment have found a stable home in the lines of my face and it has altered the shape of it into a person I fail to see.
I don’t recognize myself and these endless thoughts tumbling around, so foreign that I fear they belong to someone else entirely. I don’t want them and need to give them back right now. Take them back!