I hate myself
Because I like you.
You’re everything I’m not.
Calm.
Blonde.
Infuriatingly calm.
I don’t like people.
I don’t wanna like you.
But when I see you
My heart does this thing
My brain will never understand.
You’re not my dream man
You’re just a little boy
Who will break my heart
And I know it.
You don’t make sense
But you do.
I’ll never tell you
That I like you.
I’ll just pretend I don’t
And let my eyes betray my racing heart
Every time we talk.
I’ll dream of holding your hand
But never ask you.
I’ll spray your cologne on my pillows
Think of you before I go to sleep
But I won’t call or text or answer.
I don’t like people.
Remember?
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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