I feel so Emo
I don't know what it is about you. I don't know why I can't forget you. There are so many others that I can. It doesn't seem fair.
Awkward, that's what I am. Childish as well. Over-dramatic too.
But I really do believe in gravitation. I really do believe there's a force between us that we can't resist now that we know it's there. Why reist, you might ask? Because it ruins my plans and makes everything so simple. It turns me into a hypocrite I can't believe in love if I fall in love. Maybe it's too late.
You were right, you're an echo in my life. I call back into the past, not for you, for something else. I search for another memory, another boy, another set of arms, another pair of eyes. I search for another future, another treehouse, another foggy day, another photograph. You echo back to me.
It's not that I can't move on. I've moved on for years. We were children. I am grown. I am changed. I am hot and cold, mostly cold, mostly sad, but I have moved on. Except for when it comes down to you. I'm not asking for anything from you, I'm not asking you to forgive me or love me. I'm asking for it to be okay to remember. Is it okay to remember that you loved me and I loved you? I have moved on.
You're still here. You seek me out.
For all that I want to stop you, I can't. It's this gravitating thing we do. I want you to seek me out. I want you to echo back to me. I put myself where you can find me but can't touch me, where I can depend on you to find me but not touch you.
Awkward, that's what I am. Childish as well. Over-dramatic too.
But I really do believe in gravitation. I really do believe there's a force between us that we can't resist now that we know it's there. Why reist, you might ask? Because it ruins my plans and makes everything so simple. It turns me into a hypocrite I can't believe in love if I fall in love. Maybe it's too late.
You were right, you're an echo in my life. I call back into the past, not for you, for something else. I search for another memory, another boy, another set of arms, another pair of eyes. I search for another future, another treehouse, another foggy day, another photograph. You echo back to me.
It's not that I can't move on. I've moved on for years. We were children. I am grown. I am changed. I am hot and cold, mostly cold, mostly sad, but I have moved on. Except for when it comes down to you. I'm not asking for anything from you, I'm not asking you to forgive me or love me. I'm asking for it to be okay to remember. Is it okay to remember that you loved me and I loved you? I have moved on.
You're still here. You seek me out.
For all that I want to stop you, I can't. It's this gravitating thing we do. I want you to seek me out. I want you to echo back to me. I put myself where you can find me but can't touch me, where I can depend on you to find me but not touch you.