I haven’t figured out what love is.
I doubt I am a sociopath, so that’s not
I mean, I love this song,
But it doesn’t love me back.
A man loves this song, and
If it reminds him, of me–
What does that mean?
I don’t even like me.
Just more unnecessary pondering,
Is love even possible? Why is it a fight with myself? Why do I title playlists “unrequited” and assume the worst?
Always over-correcting, overreacting, overreaching when I should sit still.
With this depressed and anxious mind.
This depressed and anxious heart.
Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours