I love you, and I hope you know.
I love you, and it’s hurting me.
I love you and it’s killing me.
But the funny thing is,
I don’t mind.
I miss you but I know I shouldn’t.
I miss you even though,
you don’t know me.
I love and miss you
that it suffocates me.
As I am writing this,
I am trying my best to hold my breath.
So no one would hear my weeps.
After writing this,
I’ll look myself in the mirror,
with tears in my eyes.
why am I like this.
Then I’ll wipe away my tears,
and tell myself to stop,
but the tears won’t just stop.
So I’ll just look in the mirror
and cry until I can cry no more.