i still want you but, i don't want to be the one who is always doing the chasing.

incase you were wondering, i only ignore you because its my way of trying to get over you, its stupid, i know but, if i dare to look at you i know these butterflies in my stomach will take flight for the 100000000000000000000000000th time and i'll be right back where i started.

it's like the alcohol making my head spin, you're scent is the rum, the room is the bottle, keeping me hopeless til i wake tomorrow.

see, the truth is, i want to talk to you and i desperately wait on the computer for you to say something to me, or for you to send a text message or even a phone call. i know it won't happen but, i'll stay up all night every night until you do.

i've got to stop this sick obsession.

i miss you, like really, really miss you.

And it’s you. It’s you in every building. Every window shutter. Every paint flake, Every fleck of god damn snow. My black coat is now white, I’ve been walking for two hours, And I’m seeing you. You’re halfway across the world, fast asleep in your dark room, your warm bed, my unread email on your phone, my face somewhere in the back of your head.