u/PomegranatePromises3

This one's kinda sad sorry but I like it.

Ooof gets me every time

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Hahaha this one cracks me up 😂

Im having a great day hope you are too!

Classic

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That's how being in love with you makes me feel.

Like I'm wearing a tinfoil hat swearing up and down it's real.

No one understands what it's like to go absolutely insane over someone like this.

At least not in my life anyway.

They look at me like "get a fucking grip".

Then I take the fucking tinfoil off and boom you're invading my head and heart.

So I throw it back on and write these silly things.

Hoping that maybe if I write down as many encounters you'll show up in person and stop making me look and feel crazy.

It doesn't seem to work only pushes me closer to the edge.

Over the edge is the breaking point.

It's there that I'll really lose my mind.

I change my mind about you so much it's hard to keep it straight in my own head.

Are you my enemy?

Are you trying to get to me in peace?

I've been staring at the cork board in my mind for far too long.

Got this red string running from point to point trying to understand this thing i feel for you.

It's not hate.

It's never that no matter how harsh of a letter I write I never really fully mean it.

It's something that fills me with static.

Something that can't be seen or touched only felt by me.

From the outside i understand what I look like.

A fool.

A creep.

A bitch.

A weirdo.

A "stalker" even tho that's you no offense.

You've got your own cork board and you're doing a lot better at figuring me out then I am you.

I guess i just want to know when you're coming to abduct me?

When are you going to sweep me off my feet?

If it doesn't happen soon like all these fucking crop circles you've been leaving point to then when?

When will you stop fucking with me?

Talked to my creator and told him you "miss seeing me".

Alien man I swear if you don't just come to me...

Ughh.

Said you "hope I'm doing well"...

Well actually no I'm not right now..

You keep sending these mixed messages and I can't understand the gibberish.

Stop asking about me.

Come talk to me!

I don't understand why you can't.

What are you waiting for?

How many more times am I going to find out you're going out of your way to get into my business?

How about you come beam me up in your spaceship and we can talk?

I lied.

There's one person who understands.

They just want me to be cautious with you.

Of course I get where they're coming from but they also think you've got a plan.

So how much longer do I wait?

How much longer do i just stand here staring at the sky wondering where you are?

I never asked you to save me.

I never asked you to even care about me.

You just do for some reason and I want to know why.

Why it hurts so good when we look into eachothers eyes..

Why you have x-ray vision when it comes to me..

Wish I knew what you saw in me that makes you behave this way.

I'm not special.

Sure I'm different and probably the first person like me you ever really thought about this way.

That's ok I know that my skin is the first thing anyone around here sees.

You never made me feel like a alien though.

Quite the opposite actually.

You look at me like you want to get under my skin.

Like you wanna know what makes me tick.

The way your eyes go huge when you see me is something that gives me shivers when I think about it.

Like you're shocked or something.

Then sometimes id catch them really low and they linger too long on parts of my body they shouldn't.

The smile you give me sometimes is enough to shoot me to the moon and back no rocket needed.

Do you understand what I mean?

Do you understand what you're doing to me?

Obviously you do.

Do you care though I guess should be the question..

I'll give you more time.

Not all the time in the world though.

That's out of my hands.

If another space man or woman beams me up before you get the courage to make up your mind then it's gotta be fine right..

Not that I'm looking even though it could be healthy to see different galaxies then yours..

I just don't even want that..

I like yours and I'm comfortable in it..

Comfortable with this waiting because I want you.

Ok so I guess im not super comfortable waiting..

Getting a bit impatient honestly.

If I had a spaceship I'd beam you up so fast your head would spin.

I'm head over heals in love with you.

I'm sorry but I can't control it.

I've tried.

I can write as many mean things i want and it won't change the way I feel about you.

I can "give up" and million and one times and still not mean it.

You control my mind.

Body snatch me.

Hypnotize me.

Do whatever.

I'm crazy over you.

I'll stay crazy because of you.

So why don't you just come and get me already..

That's how being in love with you makes me feel.

Like I'm wearing a tinfoil hat swearing up and down it's real.

No one understands what it's like to go absolutely insane over someone like this.

At least not in my life anyway.

They look at me like "get a fucking grip".

Then I take the fucking tinfoil off and boom you're invading my head and heart.

So I throw it back on and write these silly things.

Hoping that maybe if I write down as many encounters you'll show up in person and stop making me look and feel crazy.

It doesn't seem to work only pushes me closer to the edge.

Over the edge is the breaking point.

It's there that I'll really lose my mind.

I change my mind about you so much it's hard to keep it straight in my own head.

Are you my enemy?

Are you trying to get to me in peace?

I've been staring at the cork board in my mind for far too long.

Got this red string running from point to point trying to understand this thing i feel for you.

It's not hate.

It's never that no matter how harsh of a letter I write I never really fully mean it.

It's something that fills me with static.

Something that can't be seen or touched only felt by me.

From the outside i understand what I look like.

A fool.

A creep.

A bitch.

A weirdo.

A "stalker" even tho that's you no offense.

You've got your own cork board and you're doing a lot better at figuring me out then I am you.

I guess i just want to know when you're coming to abduct me?

When are you going to sweep me off my feet?

If it doesn't happen soon like all these fucking crop circles you've been leaving point to then when?

When will you stop fucking with me?

Talked to my creator and told him you "miss seeing me".

Alien man I swear if you don't just come to me...

Ughh.

Said you "hope I'm doing well"...

Well actually no I'm not right now..

You keep sending these mixed messages and I can't understand the gibberish.

Stop asking about me.

Come talk to me!

I don't understand why you can't.

What are you waiting for?

How many more times am I going to find out you're going out of your way to get into my business?

How about you come beam me up in your spaceship and we can talk?

I lied.

There's one person who understands.

They just want me to be cautious with you.

Of course I get where they're coming from but they also think you've got a plan.

So how much longer do I wait?

How much longer do i just stand here staring at the sky wondering where you are?

I never asked you to save me.

I never asked you to even care about me.

You just do for some reason and I want to know why.

Why it hurts so good when we look into eachothers eyes..

Why you have x-ray vision when it comes to me..

Wish I knew what you saw in me that makes you behave this way.

I'm not special.

Sure I'm different and probably the first person like me you ever really thought about this way.

That's ok I know that my skin is the first thing anyone around here sees.

You never made me feel like a alien though.

Quite the opposite actually.

You look at me like you want to get under my skin.

Like you wanna know what makes me tick.

The way your eyes go huge when you see me is something that gives me shivers when I think about it.

Like you're shocked or something.

Then sometimes id catch them really low and they linger too long on parts of my body they shouldn't.

The smile you give me sometimes is enough to shoot me to the moon and back no rocket needed.

Do you understand what I mean?

Do you understand what you're doing to me?

Obviously you do.

Do you care though I guess should be the question..

I'll give you more time.

Not all the time in the world though.

That's out of my hands.

If another space man or woman beams me up before you get the courage to make up your mind then it's gotta be fine right..

Not that I'm looking even though it could be healthy to see different galaxies then yours..

I just don't even want that..

I like yours and I'm comfortable in it..

Comfortable with this waiting because I want you.

Ok so I guess im not super comfortable waiting..

Getting a bit impatient honestly.

If I had a spaceship I'd beam you up so fast your head would spin.

I'm head over heals in love with you.

I'm sorry but I can't control it.

I've tried.

I can write as many mean things i want and it won't change the way I feel about you.

I can "give up" and million and one times and still not mean it.

You control my mind.

Body snatch me.

Hypnotize me.

Do whatever.

I'm crazy over you.

I'll stay crazy because of you.

So why don't you just come and get me already..

Happy ending princess p.

(A bluebird told me to post so we'll see if it helps lol)

If I could hop in a time machine I'd go back.

I'd go back and free myself from you.

I'd stop her from ever looking too deep into your eyes.

At least I'd try...

I'd give her a warning sign somehow.

Let her know that her heart will be lonely if she falls for you.

That she will sit and write endlessly about your shadow.

I'll try my best to convince her that you aren't worth the heart ache.

I know she'll ignore me.

I know she won't believe me.

You are impossible to just ignore.

There is no "forgetting" someone like you.

I'll still try to keep her from crying over you.

Give her all my knowledge of the future if she continues to wear those rosey glasses.

I wish to rip them from her face and scream "He's just not that into you!".

Even though i still don't think that's very true.

What is true is whatever you feel about me wasn't enough.

Not enough to make you move.

You stand on the edge of my life and you call out to me.

When I look you turn away like you have nothing to say.

You've been invading my life and my privacy just to turn your back on me.

Still to this day you'll turn around and shout something over the line and pretend it's nothing.

The echo of you is too loud in my head.

I wish you'd say whatever is keeping you with your toes gripping the line.

Why haven't you walked way?

It's been years and yet here we are back to back refusing to look over our shoulders at eachother.

I have little birds that tell me when you inch over the line a bit.

They wisper what you say to me but it's never really completely accurate as far as i know.

The questions and the playing clueless has gotten to me.

Why?

For what?

I don't want to keep breaking her heart over you.

I see it over and over.

She gets to the point of almost being over you then chirp chirp the birds start tell us things.

I keep thinking ok well he's just curious right no harm in that.

Then I hear the things you've been trying to get answers to and it leaves me confused.

Those are things you normally wouldn't care about if you had no feelings for me.

I've asked other men in my life if they'd ask and not one would.

Not if they didn't care is what they've all said.

That fucking sucks to hear from multiple different men that have different feelings and lives and love languages.

None of them would ask those things after all this time if they didn't care.

So what do I do with that?

How am I supposed to be like "yeah it was all in my head" after hearing them say that.

The fact that you're semi trying to keep my secrets for me is also complicating my thoughts on this.

Why would you care if people know?

Lots of people already do.

Are you worried about how it would look if that specific bird knew about it?

How they might see me?

How It'd make you look?

Because personally to me it looks like you care more then you'd ever show.

You probably thought they'd stop chirping if they really knew why you were asking.

Nope.

That bird caught on quickly and gave you the information you were looking for.

Why you needed it after all this time is a mystery.

Why you care now I'll never understand.

Not that I can't understand being curious.

It's that you're still just standing there watching.

Listening to birds of your own.

I don't know what they tell you.

I don't know why you haven't stepped away.

I just know that I wish you'd step over the line fully.

Let's face eachother finally.

I'm tired of being fed bits and pieces.

I want the whole ugly truth straight from you.

I've turned around several times to be met with the back of your silly head.

You just stand there looking around anywhere but over your shoulder at me.

I see you rub the back of your neck like you feel me watching.

Like you're uncomfortable being the one getting watched.

I get fed up with the cool guy routine and turn my ass back around before I let myself reach out.

I take steps away from the line.

Sometimes I sprint away and I leave you far behind in the dust.

Then I hear you yell something and I'm right back where I was.

As always I'll look and again you've gone silent and act like it wasn't you.

What if I just walked out of your echo chamber?

Finally figure out how to get the damn door open and walk through?

What then?

Would that make you move?

I never thought I'd get tired of chasing love.

But my legs are wobbly and I don't know how many times I can start over after this.

I keep trying to get far enough away that I can't hear from you or those fucking birds.

My heart keeps dragging me back by hair saying "he's the one stop trying to take me from him".

That's the thing though she drags me back to that damn line like it'll do anything.

Like just being there is good enough for her.

It's not for me!

I want to be free.

A free bird.

Yet I feel like a fucking worm getting chewed up and spit out over and over.

"Would you love me if i was a worm?"

I hate that question.

I'm definitely already a fucking worm and he likes to watch me squirm.

There's nothing romantic about it.

Getting ripped apart and swallowed like it's just the natural way of things.

You sir are the bird!

Plucked me from the earth just to play with me.

You weren't even hungry.

Yet you won't let me just shrivel up and die.

You keep me alive just enough to know I'm here if you need a snack.

That's sick.

What's sicker is i used to enjoy it.

Wish I could go back to being stuck on the wall.

Invisible.

Look through me.

Look past me.

Ignore me.

Put me back in my comfort zone.

Being alone.

Trying to blend in doesn't work now.

I've been spotted.

Picked out of the bunch.

Put me back i beg you.

I'm not yours.

You're not mine.

That's where the line should've been drawn.

You just can't keep your eyes off me.

Sometimes you should leave things be.

Stop pretending to want me.

You plucked me just to watch me wilt.

Well here you go I'm wilted.

Are you happy?

Now there's no where for me to go.

No place feels like home.

Hope it was worth hurting me this way.

Now it just feels intentional.

Like you enjoy my suffering.

Hope you feel good about yourself.

I don't.

If I could hop in a time machine I'd go back.

I'd go back and free myself from you.

I'd stop her from ever looking too deep into your eyes.

At least I'd try...

I'd give her a warning sign somehow.

Let her know that her heart will be lonely if she falls for you.

That she will sit and write endlessly about your shadow.

I'll try my best to convince her that you aren't worth the heart ache.

I know she'll ignore me.

I know she won't believe me.

You are impossible to just ignore.

There is no "forgetting" someone like you.

I'll still try to keep her from crying over you.

Give her all my knowledge of the future if she continues to wear those rosey glasses.

I wish to rip them from her face and scream "He's just not that into you!".

Even though i still don't think that's very true.

What is true is whatever you feel about me wasn't enough.

Not enough to make you move.

You stand on the edge of my life and you call out to me.

When I look you turn away like you have nothing to say.

You've been invading my life and my privacy just to turn your back on me.

Still to this day you'll turn around and shout something over the line and pretend it's nothing.

The echo of you is too loud in my head.

I wish you'd say whatever is keeping you with your toes gripping the line.

Why haven't you walked way?

It's been years and yet here we are back to back refusing to look over our shoulders at eachother.

I have little birds that tell me when you inch over the line a bit.

They wisper what you say to me but it's never really completely accurate as far as i know.

The questions and the playing clueless has gotten to me.

Why?

For what?

I don't want to keep breaking her heart over you.

I see it over and over.

She gets to the point of almost being over you then chirp chirp the birds start tell us things.

I keep thinking ok well he's just curious right no harm in that.

Then I hear the things you've been trying to get answers to and it leaves me confused.

Those are things you normally wouldn't care about if you had no feelings for me.

I've asked other men in my life if they'd ask and not one would.

Not if they didn't care is what they've all said.

That fucking sucks to hear from multiple different men that have different feelings and lives and love languages.

None of them would ask those things after all this time if they didn't care.

So what do I do with that?

How am I supposed to be like "yeah it was all in my head" after hearing them say that.

The fact that you're semi trying to keep my secrets for me is also complicating my thoughts on this.

Why would you care if people know?

Lots of people already do.

Are you worried about how it would look if that specific bird knew about it?

How they might see me?

How It'd make you look?

Because personally to me it looks like you care more then you'd ever show.

You probably thought they'd stop chirping if they really knew why you were asking.

Nope.

That bird caught on quickly and gave you the information you were looking for.

Why you needed it after all this time is a mystery.

Why you care now I'll never understand.

Not that I can't understand being curious.

It's that you're still just standing there watching.

Listening to birds of your own.

I don't know what they tell you.

I don't know why you haven't stepped away.

I just know that I wish you'd step over the line fully.

Let's face eachother finally.

I'm tired of being fed bits and pieces.

I want the whole ugly truth straight from you.

I've turned around several times to be met with the back of your silly head.

You just stand there looking around anywhere but over your shoulder at me.

I see you rub the back of your neck like you feel me watching.

Like you're uncomfortable being the one getting watched.

I get fed up with the cool guy routine and turn my ass back around before I let myself reach out.

I take steps away from the line.

Sometimes I sprint away and I leave you far behind in the dust.

Then I hear you yell something and I'm right back where I was.

As always I'll look and again you've gone silent and act like it wasn't you.

What if I just walked out of your echo chamber?

Finally figure out how to get the damn door open and walk through?

What then?

Would that make you move?

I never thought I'd get tired of chasing love.

But my legs are wobbly and I don't know how many times I can start over after this.

I keep trying to get far enough away that I can't hear from you or those fucking birds.

My heart keeps dragging me back by hair saying "he's the one stop trying to take me from him".

That's the thing though she drags me back to that damn line like it'll do anything.

Like just being there is good enough for her.

It's not for me!

I want to be free.

A free bird.

Yet I feel like a fucking worm getting chewed up and spit out over and over.

"Would you love me if i was a worm?"

I hate that question.

I'm definitely already a fucking worm and he likes to watch me squirm.

There's nothing romantic about it.

Getting ripped apart and swallowed like it's just the natural way of things.

You sir are the bird!

Plucked me from the earth just to play with me.

You weren't even hungry.

Yet you won't let me just shrivel up and die.

You keep me alive just enough to know I'm here if you need a snack.

That's sick.

What's sicker is i used to enjoy it.

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