I might be crazy, I might be weird, I might even be clingy,
but one thing I know I am is real.
To pretend to be someone, or hide true feelings is ignorant.
You're the coward.
I feel embarrassed for misinterpreting, or maybe you are just unsure..
because things you can't hide are what I branch off of, making it impossible to run.
I am so wound in this going on feeling. Keeping my mind busy from thinking.
It's nights like these I break down,
because if anything I always thought you simply cared.
This feeling sparks adventure, a need to get away..
meeting people without judgement, who aren't just playing.
You go live your life, best of luck to you.
I find your future amusing, possibly entertaining.
Because I don't believe that you know where you're going, and I'm interested to find out.
Maybe you'll run further away from the people who care about you,
the people that know you beyond your broken shell. And I hope you find what you are looking for out there.
Because even the heartless remarks, the careless actions, and scared stares, can't push me away from wanting the best for you.
Ridicule as you like, because I am strong enough to absorb the hate, remember the laughter, and smile.
The candle waxed water, intertwined fingers, and trying remarks.
Go live your life, loser.
