No, you don’t know.
You don’t know, how much time I spend sitting around with only you on my mind. You don’t know, about the papers with your names written all over them with hearts and xoxo’s. You don’t know, how hard I try just to get your attention and your affection. You don’t know, how jealous I get when you talk about another girl. You don’t know, how worried I get when I don’t hear from you. You don’t know, about the things I do just to see a smile on your face or even a laugh. You don’t know. because you’re looking at me, but you’re not seeing. You’re not seeing everything that I’ve worked so hard for, just to please you. Because you is all I’ve ever needed. So don’t tell me that you fucking know how I feel when you clearly don’t.
YES.
(2 years ago)