I’m loving angels instead.
Unwise.
You’re just the hardest person to understand ever. It is hard to understand that in one moment you’re taking my hands in the shelter of yours, and, in the same moment, looking deeply into my eyes, you say you like me. That you really like me. Then you say such terrible things (imo) that make a very bad move inside me. It’s like all I wanna do disappear so not to feel what I feel. Then I lift my shirt and you look at my body like you’re wanting it. Sometimes I think it would be possible for you to be into me, and sometimes I just wanna hit you so hard and pretend we never met. My feeling’s like a damned roller-coaster that just won’t stop moving, because, every single time I get next to you, my knees get weak and I let myself feel. And the only thing that comes with this possibility is pain. I’m just so sick of rejection that this time I don’t know if it would be worth of telling you. The only thing that I know is I’m not feeling good anytime soon.
