My love for you is blind, not in a bad way, in a way that mostly shows me, how easy life can be, with the right person.
Its pure and fearful. Every moment in my lonely nights, I think, maybe you are happy, in times you don't hear from me, in times you just have not to care about me. I feel broken sometimes. In those nights, the voices are loud, speak through a hole in my chest, lost by the person I once knew.
But it's not fair, it's not for you, I should not think, I mean so little to you. But I do. And I miss u so damn much I can't think in obvious thoughts. The only thought in my head says: "He doesn't want to care about you right now, he doesn't want you to call him, not while he should have had a good time, you're disturbing this time, his time without you.".
And I know, it's important, that we spent time apart, and I would never give you the fault for my thoughts, but I miss you. In those nights, when the voices get to loud, and the self issues too big and there is no one to hold me right now, I need to learn by myself to handle me. To handle the voices that say I didn't matter and I am embarrassing for you, even if I know, you would not think of that in any possible time.
I love you. With all I have and with a head and mind full of voices I talk against. For you. I talk against them for you, you are worth the voices.
Its pure and fearful. Every moment in my lonely nights, I think, maybe you are happy, in times you don't hear from me, in times you just have not to care about me. I feel broken sometimes. In those nights, the voices are loud, speak through a hole in my chest, lost by the person I once knew.
But it's not fair, it's not for you, I should not think, I mean so little to you. But I do. And I miss u so damn much I can't think in obvious thoughts. The only thought in my head says: "He doesn't want to care about you right now, he doesn't want you to call him, not while he should have had a good time, you're disturbing this time, his time without you.".
And I know, it's important, that we spent time apart, and I would never give you the fault for my thoughts, but I miss you. In those nights, when the voices get to loud, and the self issues too big and there is no one to hold me right now, I need to learn by myself to handle me. To handle the voices that say I didn't matter and I am embarrassing for you, even if I know, you would not think of that in any possible time.
I love you. With all I have and with a head and mind full of voices I talk against. For you. I talk against them for you, you are worth the voices.
