SQUIDIOLICIOUS

smear me black, nightingales they don't die, they just fade away.

i am quite speechless.
but i noe i need to say smt abt this.
firstly i believe if its our problem.
you should be talking to me.
i've tried conversing but i kept getting shut out.
but i dun blame you, i would have done the same to me.
i sucked. i sucked bad.
and i hurt you. and i will be honest.
i knew i would hurt you.
from the very beginning.

but something was telling me you could be the one.
damn you were on my mind, i told you.
i told you how i felt. and they were real.
i told you everything. i did.
how unsure i was.
how fucked up i was.
and how i will eventually hurt you.

i forgot to ask you the same.
the consequences of me hurting you.
i assumed that if you liked someone enough,
nevermind.

why in the world would anyone ever like me enough.
but i believed you could. i hate being wrong.

now i'm left with this guilty conscience
that soon might lead to frustration.
coz i dun think its fair.

you can say whatever you want.
scream and shout. cry and i dunno what.
but dun ever think that i'm not feeling as shitty as you.
or even more.
just because i chose not to show it.

talk to me. i really want you to.