Your perfect.
More then perfect…
…
Okay you’re not that perfect. You’re forgetful, messy, and sometimes just plain strange.
But I love you. (I don’t love you.)
Sometimes all I do is crave you… Then all I want is to be away from you.
Is this me?
Am I the fool here?
Your almost perfect… Am I a fool?
How can I want you so much one moment… Then not at all? That means something. Something big. Either about me… (it definitely means something about me) Or us.
I don’t want to lose you…
It’ll rip me apart to lose you..
Then I’ll really be the fool..
And alone..
Insanity….
That’s my word. That’s my life. That’s my heart and soul.
Why do you want me? Don’t you see?? You’re setting yourself up for a world of hurt..
It’s not my fault. I don’t want to hurt you… I want to be happy… Just happy.
You make me happy.
But then you make my skin crawl…
What does that mean???
What the f*** does that mean?
Do you see me struggling or are you blind?
I’m sorry… I do care… I don’t want to hurt you… but I can’t leave you alone… I cant.. because I love you?
In some way nobody could love you more then I do… but that’s just because I’m crazy… no body can out feel a crazy person.
Because to a crazy person… one feeling is the world. The start and the end in one moment.
Do you know how that feels? Do you really?
Hold it tight.
Because now it’s gone….
What was that feeling? You are perfect. So perfect… well maybe not so perfect.