It’s 3:04 am.
And I’m still thinking about you.
I honestly don’t know what this is.
Did I do something terrible to the universe?
Is that why I’m poisoned?
Is that why I can’t forget?
Is that why pain is constant?
Your freckles, your hair, your eyes.
I’ve memorized them.
I’ve loved you for years.
So much so that my heart almost doesn’t feel the pain anymore.
You loved her.
She didn’t love you.
Your heart was on fire.
Weeks passed, and you’ve started to smile more often.
You laugh at my stupid jokes as if they were funny.
You call my name far more than you used to?
Am I being used?
Did you see my throbbing heart and decide to grab it?
Is it just so she can see?
Why is your smile so handsome?
Why can’t it be ugly?
I wish you were ugly.
More specifically, I wish your soul was ugly.
Maybe then, I could move on.
But so far nothing’s worked.
I can’t get your laugh out of my head.
I remember every word you say.
I’ve tried to erase my memory with happiness.
But how can I do that if it’s with you?
You’re so bright
And not just with intelligence.
Why can’t people love each other?
The way I love you.
I wrote this at 3 this morning, and I’m in desperate need of advice.
This is real. Has anyone else gone through something like this?
Is this love? Or is it revenge?
Hey I hope everyone knows I just had this thought pattern
- I have lots of cool book mutuals who like reading and writing
- they should all meet each other it’d be cool
- wow pretty sure we’re all gay too
- a discord server?
- gays who like books server
- gays who like reading and writing server
- reading and writing server but gay
- words are gay culture
it’s almost 3 am and I’m laughing at the idea of a server named “words are gay culture”