It´s killing me
not knowing what you think.
I like you and you like me
but in what way?
Is it enough?
I haven´t felt sadness like this in a while.
This is a new type.
\"Heartbreak\" is what they call it.
But what is there to get broken?
My own hopes and expectations?
Created by my own worst enemy,
Not supported by reality
I need some clarity.
And maybe it´s all in my head.
But isn´t that the place all of this lives?
I pray being myself is enough
that you´ll come to like all my strange quirks.
When you call me weird,
I hope you mean it lovingly.
So far I can only hope.
Love is patient,
especially the first.