Blanket

I don't quite know what to do because if you just didn't reply then I could deal with it. But you always do...eventually. And when the message comes through I sigh because an hour has past, and you finish with an extortionate amount of kisses so I wonder if is purposeful or if that someone else who you reply to straight away gets that amount of kisses so it becomes a habit so you accidentally give me extra kisses. Or maybe I'm looking to much into this. I definitely am looking too far into this. But sadly you can only work with what you get and you're not giving me that much and now I'm having to think about the silence wrapped around me rather than the sound.

I can't play the games you play I don't understand the rules and whenever I try to play it seems you always win. And I hate you for that. I also hate you because you've but me in this absolutely awful situation where I don't feel like I can talk to anyone else and kissing anyone else would feel like a betrayal which is stupid because it really wouldn't be because I believe if you wanted me then you'd have me. So you obviously don't want me.

You can't just swoop in with your coolness and your loveliness and your crooked smile and your twinkley eyes until I almost believe that something could happen and then it doesn't and then I'm sad over something that never happened. And if there was no chance then it would be fine but I still feel as if there is. You are a tiny star and I am sitting here in the dark and I really wish that daytime would come. Until then I just don't know whether the starlight is enough to keep me warm through this long terrible night.