What matters again? A feeling.
I'm unbearable. He's walking over my boundaries. I hate it when he interrupted mine and all of a sudden I lost control of myself. He got me mad yesterday. How can I still be the one he comes back to when the rest of the world he has are out of reach? It's fine though, I'm not pointing there.
I watched his back as he told me; I'm going home. A storm passed and I stayed there, receiving his text saying sorry and asking for excuse. As I went to the car, I screamed pretty much. A movie doesn't matter, a song doesn't mean at all; but promise does. Have I ever not been there when he needed? Have I ever not been cared when he's messed? Have I ever not been all along as he wanted me to be? Not that I'm not sincere to do all those things, but now I'm doubting if he has missed to bring his heart with, in somewhere he forgot.
I tried to be calm but I can't. I cried myself to sleep. I ignored everything he said to catch me up. I am quite exhausted, never thought it would be this way. And after all the tears, after all the time he's not worth it; I've already fallen for him. Someday I hope happens not too late when he sees how much I've done to him like no one else has and how it feels to lose someone he used to call: friend.
And by the way, I come to the fact that I have no right to get mad at him since I only am his friend. But I come to another fact too that's the reason why I worse get mad.
I'm unbearable. He's walking over my boundaries. I hate it when he interrupted mine and all of a sudden I lost control of myself. He got me mad yesterday. How can I still be the one he comes back to when the rest of the world he has are out of reach? It's fine though, I'm not pointing there.
I watched his back as he told me; I'm going home. A storm passed and I stayed there, receiving his text saying sorry and asking for excuse. As I went to the car, I screamed pretty much. A movie doesn't matter, a song doesn't mean at all; but promise does. Have I ever not been there when he needed? Have I ever not been cared when he's messed? Have I ever not been all along as he wanted me to be? Not that I'm not sincere to do all those things, but now I'm doubting if he has missed to bring his heart with, in somewhere he forgot.
I tried to be calm but I can't. I cried myself to sleep. I ignored everything he said to catch me up. I am quite exhausted, never thought it would be this way. And after all the tears, after all the time he's not worth it; I've already fallen for him. Someday I hope happens not too late when he sees how much I've done to him like no one else has and how it feels to lose someone he used to call: friend.
And by the way, I come to the fact that I have no right to get mad at him since I only am his friend. But I come to another fact too that's the reason why I worse get mad.
