roses are bled
violets are true
look at me honestly and say, i don’t love you.
take me out
keep me in,
i don’t care at all
just don’t shove me under the bus next fall
i have realized that i might have truly hurt you.
that was never my intention. i’m still sorry and i hope you can get over it.
i still want to be your muse.
take everything from me, but please make it worth my effort.
i might end up in the same area as you after all.
maybe i will move up there and make a career where you are.
i’m not your stalker, not really. but if i felt welcome, maybe i would make an effort to be closer to you.
i don’t want to be obsessed and i don’t want to hurt you or annoy you.
i only want to be friends if it’s mutual.
wish me luck, z.