I don't think I love you. But sometimes you make me feel big things. I don't like it.
Every time I think about this, I remember about that Fleabag scene, when she says I love you and he says It'll pass.
That's me. And that's you, when you say I know.
I think about it way too much. I wish I wouldn't compliment you that much.
I wish you would say nice things to me as I say those to you. I'm dumb.
I'm sorry for falling, you know I really tried not to. It's cruel that you know.
YOU ARE READING
Referees don't fall in love.
PoetryA collection of all the times I wrote to you, and all the things I should have said sooner. Some things are better left unsaid, some things are better left written. It's the good, the bad and the dirty.
