I just wonder, is it me you're missing? Is it me you're thinking of? To be honest I can't tell. Your actions and lips tell me one thing but everything else seems to say otherwise. True, you are not mine and I am not yours, but I hope you take us more seriously than just a few good times. I hate that I have to busy myself so I don't think of you or if you're thinking of me too. I hate that I am unsure, and I hate that I think there is someone else. But what else can I do other then to just play it cool, like I don't care and its not that big of a deal. I know I put on a tough exterior but on the inside I am everything but tough and to think that our time might have been repeated with someone else in the same way, it breaks my heart. I feel like when I'm with you, I forget the "bad" feelings and I am in an unbearable submission that bends to you and your body. I need to get it together, I need to remember what I'm suppose to be doing and that this is merely pretty distraction for in between times...something like the good part of a dream in between nights of vivid-less nights of dreams. But fml I only miss you when I'm breathing.
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