If I had not confronted my feelings for you, you wouldn’t talk low to me. You wouldn’t underestimate me. You would think twice to raise your voice. You would think of the consequences. You wouldn’t ask me to change. You wouldn’t want me to be the different person. To understand what you looking for, to walk through your expectations.
You and I two different people with two different attitudes. How can I be you? How can I be the person you want me to be? If I were to become you, why would you fall for me and not for yourself? Where do I stand in this ‘all about me & myself game’? Do I even stand a chance?
I’m an unworthy, ruthless coward, hiding everything deep beneath this very impure soul. I can’t splurge or whiplash out of pain or joy. But don’t get me confused with a heartless creature. I feel and I feel it even worse than you do. When I try to express with mere words I got within, I am speechless, numb and you tell me I hurt you with words. Wish I had a strong sense of humor to actually do so but sad I don’t.
A way to pour all my sadness, in the form of writing is still a mystery cause you would be confused about the moment I care and situations I could relate to.