four years

hurts less than five.

happy birthday,

i miss you.

good thing i didn't confess my love for you last night,

oh wait, i did.

and how did you respond?

you didn't.

FML.

why do you have this strange hold on me?

why is it different this time?

let me forget you, please.

double fucking whammy.

i think you're both secretly teaming up

to fuck with me,

i don't appreciate it.

fuck this.

don't fall for me,

i'm not right for you.

maybe i know somewhere

deep in my soul, that love never lasts.

the fact that i have the power to totally break someone makes me sick.

whatever this is that's happening right now,

i'm not sure i want it anymore.

i'm not afraid of falling,

i'm not afraid of loving,

i'm just afraid.

afraid i might not live up to your expectations,

afraid you'll get bored of me, sick of me, tired of me.

everything that you said to me

keeps replaying in my mind.

i've always had a hard time living in the moment

and enjoying what i have right now.

i'm always wanting more.

one day you might love me,

and one day you might stop loving me,

i'm not sure i can go through that again.

idgi.

"you know,

all i want to do is kiss you,

true story"

that's all you want, nothing more, for now.

your feelings might change,

but do i really want to wait around for you?

i feel like i'm always waiting around.