Confused

I’m Confused, Do You Like Me?

You couldn’t possibly like me, because I haven’t cried into my pillow over you, or written a sad poem about how we never really got to know each other despite how much we lusted for one another.

When Hearts Like Mine Fall For Hearts Like Yours

The problem with hearts like mine is that they’re always trying; against all odds, against all warnings, against all red flags, they’re always trying, they’re always beating, they’re always loving, they’re always falling and they’re always stubborn.