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friends and ships
I gained a
lot of friends this year
"You’re
really funny"
"I like the
things you write"
"You have
such a unique way to see things"
"You’re
really empathetic, thanks for listening"
"I love your
sarcasm"
"I think you’re
pretty"
"You’re hot
as fuck"
"Your eyes
are beautiful"
"I’m in love
with your butt"
"I enjoy kissing
you"
"I like the
way you feel"
"I love your
taste"
"You’re great and everything,
but there’s this other girl…
let’s just be
friends"
Friendship with beneftis
Friendship with heartbreak,
with stress, pain, jealousy and confusion,
with stress, pain, jealousy and confusion,
friendship with commitment-issues,
with fear, uncertainty and
laziness,
friendship with a lot of work and no benefits at all.
heartbreak with benefits,
heartbreak with benefits,
Hate with benefits,
loneliness with benefits,
loneliness with benefits,
getting over someone with benefits,
bullshit with benefits, nothing at all with
benefits,
Heartbreak with extra heartbreak,
take-away please.
How do you say what you mean?
How do you tell someone that you like them?
You just say it, right?
“I like you.”
“I like you.”
And they may smile and accept it and carry on with
their lives or just say
“Thanks, you’re cute as well”
“Thanks, you’re cute as well”
and you just want to stop the world, grab their
shoulders and shake them and shout
“NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, I LIKE YOU, I WANT TO BE PART OF YOUR LIFE, OF YOUR HEART, OF YOUR FUTURE,I WANT TO BE IN YOUR MIND ALL DAY AND IN YOUR BED ALL NIGHT I LIKE YOU, I LIKE EVERY PART OF YOU,I WANT YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU EVER COULD BE, I WANT US”
“NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, I LIKE YOU, I WANT TO BE PART OF YOUR LIFE, OF YOUR HEART, OF YOUR FUTURE,I WANT TO BE IN YOUR MIND ALL DAY AND IN YOUR BED ALL NIGHT I LIKE YOU, I LIKE EVERY PART OF YOU,I WANT YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU EVER COULD BE, I WANT US”
But you just smile and nod and carry on with your life
and never mention anything like that ever again.
They’ll just say it, right?
“I like you.”
And they look you in the eyes, smile and carry on with
their lives and all you’re able to say is
“Thanks, you’re cute as well”
and you just want to stop the world, grab their shoulders and shake them and
shout
DO YOU REALISE WHAT YOU JUST DID?! THIS IS SO IMPORTANT, AND I HAVE SO MANY
QUESTIONS, IN WHICH WAY DO YOU LIKE ME, DO YOU THINK I’M A NICE PERSON OR WOULD
YOU LIE AWAKE WITH ME AT NIGHT JUST TO TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING AND HOLD ME TIGHT
WHEN I CRY?”
But you just smile and nod and carry on with your
life, forever wondering
but never daring to ask.
How do you say what you mean?
lili
,
love
,
not a poem
not a love letter
Friday
nights would suck, if you wouldn’t stay up with me just to listen to me
crying,even though you have to get up early the next day and I’m upset about
nothing and everything, just like always.
Long-distance
always sucks, but it’s okay with you, because we still talk everyday about
everything and it doesn’t feel like your're miles away. And I don’t mean this in a
cheesy way, because I hate nothing more than that, just in a it’s-nice-that-you-call-me-just-to-hear-what-I’ve-been-up-to-way.
Of all the
human beings I’ve met in this century you’re one of the few I can actually see
myself still talking to in a few years from now on, not just a brief affair,
not just small talk for months and then silence, but something real.
Right now i
don’t know what i want or need or how i could get it, but i feel like you’re
one of the people that are good for me and who would be able to give me
whatever I need, as soon as I know what that is, or even just stand by me as
long as I’m still figuring it out.
I’m not
good at this. There are a lot of things I’m able to do, but this is hard. I’m not
sure why, maybe because i’m generally not good with emotions and I’m scared of
feeling too much as well as I’m scared of feeling not the right things or never
anything at all.
And i don’t
know why it's hard to put this in words, maybe because i think that any kind of relationship is always fragile
and this one is especially fragile because I put my whole head in it and even a
bit of my heart and I’m afraid you’ll drop it, or that I might fuck it up, and
please, let’s not ruin it.
Now let’s never
talk about this ever again.
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