i'm writing this and i'll let you know it's long and won't make sense to you but it might be worth reading i don't know
i'm going to write for you
no matter what i do
it's a subconscious decision i never tire of doing
i love you a lot i suppose
but i can't feel it
only when night gets too rough to sleep alone
so i just don't
i know you're so much better without me
you never had me and i never had you
so there is no point to it
i feel i need to tell you everything
but there is nothing
i've given nothing
there is no more light for me to see in your eyes
i can't fathom not knowing you but it hurts too much for me to pretend
so i'll say goodnight for now
but know my mind never rests
it just wants all of you
forever.
yours.
do you tire of me yet?
