You say "I love you, I say "I love you too". You kiss me and hug me, and I don't say no. You hold my hand and I hold yours. You say my eyes sparkle like the stars in the sky and I say you give me butterflies and when you kiss me I see fireworks in the sky. You think that everything is perfect, but I know for a fact that what you think, it's not true...
I don't love you... I just like kissing you. Which are two very different things. I thought that time would make me love you, but it can't. Somewhere along the line you just became a game to me. This is the ugly truth, and I know it's harsh, but it's the truth. I don;t want to spend the rest of my life with you, I don't want to hold your hand anymore, I don't want to kiss ever again, or lie to your face again. It was fun for a while, but sadly I get bored easily, and you are taking us way too seriously. I'm tired of pretending, worried of what people would say. But I've had enough. It's not fair for both of us, because I'm just playing with your feelings.
I just can't see how can you want this, how can you want us to be together. Everyone knows I don't love you, except you. Open your eyes and realize the ugly truth.
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