Help.

I don't want to feel anymore. 

I don't want my eyes to continue to water at the thought of how detached you are. 

I don't want my body to get excited when you text me back or like a picture. 

I don't want my heart to beat only to be shattered by you. 

I just want to pull back and retreat from this confusion. 

I'm too young for you. 

I need to grow more. 

I miss you

I wish I could express how I really felt. You know so you could see how real this is for me. I crave  to know your inner thoughts and worldly wants. Pressing my lips to yours, I open my mouth to breath you in. Oh I how I want to taste you, I mean all of you. 

Man, I wish I could express the way I feel after one of those late night pillow talks.  Our conversations leave me smiling for hours. Daydreaming of us throughout the day is my personal escape. You keep me awake. 

That's all for now. 

You Know.

Sometimes you have to break your own heart before he gets the chance. It doesn't hurt as bad.