if you could see it.
i hate how easy i fall. how easily he can get to me and sweep me away and make me feel the most in love i ever have. i hate him for it.
maybe some people think love doesn't happen where i'm at.
i guess i'm not calling it love.
(maybe it's something else. i can only hope. hunger. a need.)
i have never wanted to always feel this way before.
to always have positive attention from him.
it makes me want to be sick. i don't want to feel this way. i like independence. i don't have the time and emotion to let somebody else control my heart like a five year-old running with a glass cookie jar. i just... can't.
and you know what. the funny thing is... i have no control.
love is your heart on automatic.
maybe some people think love doesn't happen where i'm at.
i guess i'm not calling it love.
(maybe it's something else. i can only hope. hunger. a need.)
i have never wanted to always feel this way before.
to always have positive attention from him.
it makes me want to be sick. i don't want to feel this way. i like independence. i don't have the time and emotion to let somebody else control my heart like a five year-old running with a glass cookie jar. i just... can't.
and you know what. the funny thing is... i have no control.
love is your heart on automatic.