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~*Translucent.
What you feel- I feel.
What I feel- you feel.
You getting this? Totally my point. You know this scares me. Scares me like hell. I told you, you can make me cry. So don't. OK?
You can see right through me.
I feel silly. Insecure almost.
This is running deep- you were so right. We need to know when to stop.
Don't say that. That's bullshit. Love at this age is bullshit.
No. Lie.
But yet again, i say that I love you.
I thought it was always required to say I love you back. Right?
Yes. You're right. This is rushed.
But. We don't care, right?
I have second thoughts about this.
I kind of feel used in this one certain, area. And i'm praying that you're not telling me you love me to get what you want.
Let's not talk that far into the future.
You can be so mean. Both of us can- but we can't stop can we?
We're glued like that.
You give me unneccessary compliments. You're giving me a big head.
But I like it.
You keep me thinking.
You're an idiot. But you're perfect.
 NinteyDegrees_South · Fri May 29, 2009 @ 05:51am · 0 Comments |
