I’m stuck on you like glue
I’ve been stuck on you since the first time I made contact with you. Stuck, and I’m trying not to give a fuck. But my heart does what it fucking wants. And my mind thinks about you when it wants. Night and day. It’s not okay. I don’t want any of this. Its hard leaving you alone. my soul craves you. I wish I can just go to your house, bump into you at a show, bump into you at the art walk, bump into you somewhere, anywhere.! And just take you away from it all… take you with me and go through it all… I wish it was that easy.
You just really fuck me up inside the two major parts of me. I love seeing
You happy I really fucking do.! I just hate how I’m not the reason. you don’t know how bad I want to be the reason. I’d kill to be the reason… I wish I could just forget about you, and just let you be. Act like we never meet. Forget everything but I just… Really… fucking love you with a passion I’ve always have from the start and even though we hardly talk I still feel it. And if life grants me that one moment, I’ll grasp it that instant. I haven’t lost hope yet and that’s what keeps me from giving
Up. I don’t know man… Love makes you do things you normally wouldn’t do. It unleashes a side of you that just makes you act on impulse. Makes you not give a fuck about what will happen next. Unless everything goes good for you then yeah of you’ll give plenty of fucks. I don’t know. I feel like I’ve said to much. You probably won’t even read this. Soo Yeahhhhh. I don’t know… I guess I’m done. I probably sound all stupid or something but whatever. Hahaha.
Adios.~

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