dream lucid, tonight.

“I am not the type of girl you fall in love with okay? I get that. I do. That’s why I don’t wonder why not me? Why not fall in love with me? I don’t because I already know the answer to that. I am not the girl you bring home to meet your mom. I am obnoxious and loud and there will be days where I will make you feel unloved and replaced and the worst part is, I won’t even know. There will be days where I will ignore you, and there will be days where I will suffocate you with my love. I am never consistent. I never have been, and I probably never will be. But… God, why is there a small part of me that believes that perhaps you could? That you could love me back, that you’re willing to submit yourself to such a mess like me? But I like to think that that part of me is the irrational part of me. The part of me where anything can happen, logical or illogical. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I think I might have fallen a little too much for you, and you… Well, I don’t think there is a poetic way of saying you just don’t. You don’t love me back. Atleast not in the way I want you to.”

“It’ll take a while, To lose all the feelings I have for you, To forget everything that happened. But I’m getting there, I promise. Soon you’ll be just a memory, Just some boy I used to know.”