Hello,I Miss You Everyday

No one will love you like I would,if you let me. It's a strange occurrence,this feeling,that's arisen in me. I can't seem to place it nor could I explain it. It's unfamiliar,but all too familiar. A ghost of a feeling. I must have felt this in a past life. Sunlight creeps through my windows,as the morning goes on,I look out the window and wonder if you're thinking of me.

Mom and Dad are out,so I'm only accompanied by these four walls. I keep the faucet running in my empty house,so I feel a little less alone. I watch the light bend on the walls and count the minutes until I fall asleep. All this meaningless thoughts about you is making me feel a little weak.

In school,I walked silently back to class. Hands clutched tightly onto the handle of my shoulder bag. My mind was as if it was a whirlwind,I thought things through. I see you almost everyday,and I frequently tell myself that I'm over you,I don't want you. But even if I convince myself a millionth time,the thing that I feel for you won't disappear,it won't go away. I sank into grief sorrows as this pathetic,painful cycle of mine continues;

I look,I watch,I stare,I helplessly fall for you all over again.

I'm sick of this,I'm sick of this shit.

I guess it can't be help,I'm just a hopeless romantic.
A sucker for love,bitch.