I hate the fact that you're always on my mind. I hate how you consume my every thought. I hate that I'm still hoping for something. I hate how you're so hard to forget. I hate having to walk past you as if I don't want to hug you. I hate these things you do to yourself. I hate how you make me feel. Everything you do is everything I hate, but why can't I hate you, yourself? What is it about you? Why is it that I think about you at 3am in the morning? Why is it that these sunny days and breezy nights remind me of you? Why is it that no matter what I do, all I think about is you? Why is it that you have this effect on me? Why is it that I want you and only you? Out of everyone, why you?
—nada
DU LIEST GERADE
love letters you will never read
PoesieI have stopped waiting for a reply back from you. Because all my letters, all of them, never reach you. I write love letters with an addressee, an address, enveloped and stamped... but they never reach the postbox. I write love letters you will nev...
