we held each other's hands for five seconds. i was the first to pull my hand away. not because i didn't want to keep holding yours forever, but because you'd never speak to me again if you knew that i did.
You chug a fifth of alcohol by yourself, and everyone around you is too busy cheering to wonder how empty you had to be in order to do it. I don't mean for this to be offensive in any way, since i myself, am a christian. it's just something i've noticed every time i go to church so don't come bit-ching at me, thanks, bye
every summer her family had a barbeque to celebrate her birthday. and every summer she would recieve hugs that make her grimace as hands made contact with her arms. and every summer they would ask "why the sweater?" and every summer she would turn away and whisper "i was cold." and every summer she smiled a sad smile when she would blow out the candles and wish to die. and last summer she had tears in her eyes as she said "i love you" and "see you soon". and this summer there was no barbeque because this summer there was no birthday
I want more from you, okay? I want you to put the same effort into this as you did in the beginning. Just because we've been at it for quite some time, doesn't mean you get to stop working for it. Unless you really don't want to. Just tell me then. So I'm not sitting here wondering if you really love me or not. You owe me atleast that much.
I don't think I could ever tell you, But you make my palms sweaty And my heart beat quicken. Your smile makes me smile. I always look away, Not wanting you to see my blush, Because when you call me pretty Your eyes are always looking at her.