I don’t know why I sit and wait for your attention or why my heart is so pure that I can’t actually admit how upset I get when I don’t talk to you. it sucks. but, if I say anything I feel as if I’m a bother and not worth the time of having to explain to myself why you take forever to respond or even send a quick snap back. maybe you don’t feel the way, I feel about you. but, could I blame you? I fall in love easily with the sweet words from a boys mouth all to find out in the end that, that’s all it was, words. not the actual feel. Nor the thought of me. it was just words brewing from your inner self to keep a good girl from tearing herself apart with the thoughts that would haunt you if you were alone. 


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