I know how I feel for you. I love you Unconditionally and Without explaination. I know very well how I feel for you, But I'm not good at describing it. So you'll have to trust me and try to imagine it.
What I don't know Is how you feel about met. I thought you were attracted to me When we first met. Were you? Are you still? Or have I ruined everything? Can you even tolerate my existence? Do you think there's even a chance I could mean more to you than simply a good friend?
I want to know so badly. I don't want to get my hopes up. I wonder so much About what you think. I know I'm not perfect, I've done nothing to deserve it, But I want you to like me.
I'm selfish. If you read these words, how could you think otherwise? Every poem in this journal, is about myself. All these words, wasted on myself. Myself, and what I want. I'm so selfish Because I don't just know how I feel, I know how I want you to feel. I want you to love me. Or at least feel that you could someday. What could be more selfish and pathetic than that? These selfish words... from this selfish mouth... this is in itself a form of manipulation and I must apologize! Several times over! I could never be sorry enough!
It's obvious I want you to like me. I'm an idiot.
However Even if your answer is no, you could never love me. Or Someone else has stolen your heart. Both, even. Don't be afraid to tell me so. I'll accept any answer you give Without hard feelings. Honestly. You are entitled to love or hate anyone you want. I will not argue with you or turn against you. I'll always be around I'll never let you go Because I promised.
kazuka78 · Sat May 12, 2012 @ 01:15am · 0 Comments |