Unfathomable.

I'm worried, but I'm glad.

I'm sad, but I'm happy,

I'm confused, I don't understand.

I hope to, and I want to.


To see you.


Everyday.



What is this?

Who are you to me?

What is this.. feeling?





"How are you?"

"What are you doing?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Morning."

"Night, sleep tight."







"...do you feel the same way as I do?"






I know, I should not put too much hope in you.

In fact, I should not put any hope in you.

Why should I, why would I?

It's absurd.

It's futile.

It's  
  .
  .
  .  


impossible. 







Stop playing games with me already, alright?

I'm getting tired of it.

Save me from all the heart aches, okay?