”- Do you love him ?
- I don’t know.
- But you do-
- I don’t know.”
I don’t know.I don’t know.I don’t know.I don’t know.I don’t know.I don’t know.I don’t know.
I DO feel something. But I couldn’t put that in words. I don’t do love, it’s not me. I’m scared to get close, to be hurt, to hurt someone.
But with you, that’s… idk, different. You make me feel something. It’s small, it’s light, but it’s so sweet.
You help me, you listen to me, you make me laugh. I haven’t laughed in months before you.
When we talked, it’s so right, but so wrong. ‘Cause you’re not mine, you’re hers. And I forget that everytime, but, in the end, I always remember this tiny detail. And it’s ripping me apart.
I can’t open myself to you, because you don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve to be loved by a girl who cuts, hates and tried to kill herself.
I think about you everytime. Is that love ? Idk.
You’re the first person I can imagine myself with and it scares me so much.
'Cause I don't do love.
I don’t get close.
But you, you.
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