Missing you this much should be illegal.
They say that people think about themselves 90% of the time, which justifies not giving a shit about what other people think because chances are they’re not thinking about you at all.
Well aren’t you one lucky motherfucker, being on my mind all the time. You’re all I ever think about. It kills me but you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Maybe I’m falling without realizing it. And I’m not even gonna resist it. Not this time.
I miss you. Or as the French say,
tu me manques — you are missing from me.
Just be here already. Please?
But on a Wednesday, in a café, I watched it begin again.
Reality, Sort Of
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Oct · 10
Let’s get this straight —
I don’t like you.
Your corny jokes annoy me. They’re not witty. Just…well, corny. Even those subtle, flirtatious(?) playing around — I hate them. They’re too shallow and petty, they make me burst into laughter. Real laughter. Which is hard to come by, so for that I guess I owe you a ‘thank you.’ Well, thank you. Still does not mean that I like them in the slightest!
Tomorrow, I want to greet you a good morning.
I want to be the one who does the sweet little things for you.
I want to be able to tell you ‘good night’ before we go to bed.
I want to sleep beside you.
She is German, he isn’t. Every day, they pass each other in the halls. Every day, they get to see each other. Every day, he gets the chance to talk to her but he never does.
I’m falling in love again and it’s reckless to just open my heart up like this. Just because you looked me in the eyes with your beautiful gaze, I bend, and I’m willing to give it all again.
One blow to your ego,
one blow to your heart.
A stab at your creed,
a thrust through your mind
I fill your body with lacerations,
Open up your skin,
Fiddle through the nerves and veins
of your stubborn soul.