I feel like an idiot. Waiting on you and changing for you. Needing you and your unspoken approval. Is this what it feels like to be stood up? Maybe I just misunderstood you. And now I'm foolish... Trying to make excuses for you. Watching every car go by like a hawk waiting to pounce on its prey. This is a pretty bad low. This was supposed to be fun, easy and feet. But my crazy, fucked up, addicted mind makes it into something it's not. And I'm so afraid of making you feel weird that I dont ask questions when I should. I keep my mouth closed like a good girl. And only open it when spoken to. What's the point??
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