If I could've read your mind I could've understood how you felt; but there is no way I could fully understand. Shaking heart and pounding hands. Haha that's something I'll end up saying around you. My world and words are just mixed up and I hate it. I hate it because it's based on your beauty. I do not know a thing about you, at all. I wish I did, I wish I knew how to talk to you, how to interact with you and I wish I could have you. It scares me entirely because the thought of you being someone who isn't so right for me will break my heart. If not having you means a mendable heart; that'll be perfectly fine. I know I'm only thinking of my needs but you barely even look over at me. Would it even hurt you for me to just walk past you and feeling your presence? Having you is just something I couldn't do and that's the end of my story towards you. So hello to tears late at night and fake smiles bright in the morning.
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Not having you
RandomSometimes not having brings benefits in odd ways of those who think differently.
