i lay here
in my colourful bed
with my colourful mind
full of you
my friend claims we are lovers
you and i.
i wish.
i wish many things.
the ability to think of you without smiling
tell you how i feel
sprint two streets away
to your house
with you in your bed.
i wish i could shake you
scream "i know"
"the voice, i know it well"
don't deny it
i can see it in you
you aren't okay
your mannerisms
the way you talk
what you talk about.
it's not normal.
i like you.
i care about you,
but i can't help you.
like a snowball rolling down a hill
a rock can either stop it
or shatter it.
i couldn't be the one to shatter you
in your stunning nature.
i couldn't live with myself.
i wish many things
but most of all
to save you
from the flames
taking over your mind.
by o.p.
crushes suck. and they hurt, especially if they crush. is hurting too.
