unrequited whatever is fucked up.

my muse is the perfect you i've made you up to be. nothing more.
is there anything i could do to make you notice me?

its open ended. there's no closure.
maybe the timing is just off.

forget you is what i have to do. i'll try.


all i want to do right now is curl up in bed and just cry my heart out.


take my hand, will you?