this is a mess

We're all wonderers.

I wonder, whether or not I love you. I wonder, whether or not you love me.

How can you say you do, and then do those things? How can I believe you don't, when you do these things?

I can't.

Because you do. And I do.

It's hard to say.

What do I feel? If I only knew. What is the definition of love? If only I knew.

I'll try.

Try to be the person you need me to be. Try to be true to myself simultaneously.

I know how to say it. It leaves my mouth sometimes. But how do I know that it's true? How can I trust myself? The way your cheeks have dimples. The way your hair feels, when you've just washed it. The way I know you love me. The way you never ever wake up when I want you to.

That's what makes me love you. And I'm sorry.

NOPE FUCK YOU