I can't sleep without...
without thinking about him.
It floods my brain.
I can't think at all.
I feel quite confused,
trying to figure out...
‘what happened...?’
I keep pinching myself
to make sure it's real.
I don't wake up,
I can't wake up,
it's real...?
So what does this mean?
I feel as if ...
I'm in his thoughts y'know?
I can't think straight.
Usually I was the person
he'd go to for advice, but...
How could I give advice if
I can't even figure this out?
It's as simple as an equasion—
but yet the answer is so...
unclear it fogs my brain.
I want guidance,
l want there to be somebody
carefully telling me directions and patiently leading me through it all.
And maybe it's a bit far fetched,
but I want him to guide me.
I want to hold his hand as he helps me understand my emotions.
I want to kiss him under the rainbows and the sun, sitting in damp grass.
I want to lay in bed with him and sleep like it never mattered.
I can't explain my thoughts.
They're scattered.
Like a dozen paper planes,
all on the ground.
Yet, it's up to me to throw them out of the window and watch them fall and scatter once again.
I can't believe he'd...
(happy pride month fruitloop squad ily im sorry this is shorter than your dingdong willy)
