Felt. Touched.
In such a way that i really knew what i wanted.

Yeah, your hawt. Yeah, your cute. Yeah, your beautiful. Yeah, your Gorgeous.
And when i say these things they all take them differently.

It's easy to say how I feel and not know how someone will react to what i say.

Like it's hard to be hard and be rejected.

You can say anything to someone and never know what they are really thinking.

Oddly, we could say whatever we feel like saying without even thinking about sharing
our first instincts.

I could say this is deep and you could say i am being shallow.


It's easy to fall in love. It's a trip.
After all is said and done and we stand up again
its just as easy to trip outt.

More or Less,
I am a victim of being innocent after being proven guilty.
Why? because it's my words against yours.

This is what it is like being alive after i kill me.
Mentally.

I am working out too hard on my brain and not hard enough on my muscles.

No one would know if they didnt see.

Unless, they just have faith, and believe - this life is a gamble where
going all in is better than nothing.

So here i am. Where this will be where i was.
Saying how i feel whether you think im ugly or handsome
I will never know.

Unless, you tell me so.

I have so missed you