It's pouring outside.
Like pouring pain
And chaos
And other things you can pour.
And it's almost like the raging feelings
In my head.
Or maybe it's just
The hormones.
I like the feeling
And idea of being in love with someone.
But it's the repression
Of it that hurts.
I really want to let you know
That I love you.
And I know I remind you a million
Times a day.
And I know I think about you a million
Times a day.
But I feel really bad talking about it,
Because of the company I'm in.
For their sake.
I don't want to feel like the reason
For people thinking unhappy thoughts.
That just makes me a shoddy person.
But I know I love you.
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