I hate seeing myself loving you so much.
I hate to admit but I am in love with you. I hate when I see
my expectations scattered around, I hate when I couldn’t stop talking to you when you are not interested.
I hate seeing myself see you like a mad person. I hate to see myself
stalking you. I hate to be like this. This love, feeling, illusion, and madness
makes me hate myself. I don’t want to see myself crying over a girl, begging to
self to move on, I hate to see you not able to understand my problems. I hate
to bother you when I know I am not the right match for you. I wish magic do exist
in this materialistic world, I wish I just could lose my memory. I wish I just
could go somewhere where none of these things torture anybody. I wish I just
could stop loving you, and start loving myself.
“Wishing something unrealistic is just childish.
Like I wanna get you to give me a warm kiss.”
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