It's Complicated
Slash.
I can’t tell him how much I care. I can’t tell him what he really means to me. I can’t hold his hand, kiss him, or hold him like I do in my dreams. No, that’s insane, and it isn’t worth trying, because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost him.
It hurts.
It hurts to see him with that girl. Whenever they kiss, hug, hold hands, or even just talk to one another, it makes my insides twist and turn in ways that I really wish they wouldn’t.
It hurts to listen.
“There’s someone who knows exactly how you feel Noah.”
It's complicated.
P.S. This is my story. These are my idea's. Do. Not. Steal. Them.
I can’t tell him how much I care. I can’t tell him what he really means to me. I can’t hold his hand, kiss him, or hold him like I do in my dreams. No, that’s insane, and it isn’t worth trying, because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost him.
It hurts.
It hurts to see him with that girl. Whenever they kiss, hug, hold hands, or even just talk to one another, it makes my insides twist and turn in ways that I really wish they wouldn’t.
It hurts to listen.
“There’s someone who knows exactly how you feel Noah.”
It's complicated.
P.S. This is my story. These are my idea's. Do. Not. Steal. Them.
- It's Cliche
- Maybe One Day
- Is That Bad?
- But It Changed The Subject
- She Is A Fake
- Just Think About It
- He's A Nice Boy
- He Doesn't Deserve It
- It Felt Great
- I'm Sorry
- Maybe Paine Does Like Me?
- Those Marks
- No, Pervert
- We'll Talk Later
- I'm Not Scared
- I Don't Believe You
- The Party Has Arrived
- Paine's Mine
- Stupid Mother
- Don't Get Any Idea's
- You Love It
- Write It Down
- Dad
- I Love You
- End.