I am mentally exhausted. I am broke and I don’t know if it’s because I want you or because I won’t admit it to you. I don’t want to know either. I’d wish to have you but I won’t.
I’d tell you that I need you but I don’t.
I can’t love you as much as I like you. I am falling but not in love and I don’t know what I am falling into which is making it more sophisticated. Yes, I want your least attention but I don’t want it because it makes me greedy while I can’t have more.
I am sick of over thinking about something that will never exist. I am sick of you and your perfection in my eyes though you are so screwed and imperfect.
Your name depresses me and puts a smile on my face at the same time. But I should hold my shit together and you aren't letting me.
I am stuck in the middle of liking you and not having the courage to tell you about it. I don’t know my chances but I won’t chase you.
I know I will eventually hate you. I do now but I don’t. Sooner or later, I will.
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