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those eyes, that mouth
reality is not as sweet as my dreams where you come close to me and do more than smile as a passing greeting. maybe it's me, maybe it's you (i think it's more me).
i don't think i'm meant to have this crush. i should do more than stare and sit next to you to think i'm scoring a goal.
in another life, it wouldve been ok. to do all of this and you'd catch on. but this reality and the others are not the same. you've made me into a fucking sentimental poet. i'm here writing about you in the early hours of the morning. i thought i'd run into you but i can't seem to break your barrier that flows past everyone.
"dude it's so simple" our shared friends would think so. i'm shying away from that possibility. could we be them and be strangers at the start but continue into a relationship? probably not. you probably think of me as a girl. it's a little distracting, to be honest. i should've held onto that early feeling, where i knew i wouldn't fit into your friend group and share a laugh. i think this is pity speaking. you wouldn't invite me out like the others.
or we could all amount it down to "i haven't had my coffee so forgive me if i'm snappy" but you don't drink coffee. you drink a jasmine iced milk tea.
i don't think i'm meant to have this crush. i should do more than stare and sit next to you to think i'm scoring a goal.
in another life, it wouldve been ok. to do all of this and you'd catch on. but this reality and the others are not the same. you've made me into a fucking sentimental poet. i'm here writing about you in the early hours of the morning. i thought i'd run into you but i can't seem to break your barrier that flows past everyone.
"dude it's so simple" our shared friends would think so. i'm shying away from that possibility. could we be them and be strangers at the start but continue into a relationship? probably not. you probably think of me as a girl. it's a little distracting, to be honest. i should've held onto that early feeling, where i knew i wouldn't fit into your friend group and share a laugh. i think this is pity speaking. you wouldn't invite me out like the others.
or we could all amount it down to "i haven't had my coffee so forgive me if i'm snappy" but you don't drink coffee. you drink a jasmine iced milk tea.