my thougths are already a mess, and so i haven't tried to organize them. 

i'll admit i don't know what i'm doing, or where i'm headed, and i don't want to think about how i feel. 

i want it all locked up inside hidden under the piles of possibilities.                                                   this confusion, and disconnect is fueling my sorrow. 

i ran hard and fast, but then got tired and started to stumble blindly.                                                   i'm going up and down, and around corners.                                                                                                i lost my light, and my bread crumbs; i lost the trail. 

i'm trying to pretend it doesn't matter, that i'm fine with having no clue.                                               but i'm scared, i want to let go of hate and sadness, and fear. but i'm saving little bottles of it.          i know what the fire feels like, and to be consumed again might break me. 

the truth is, you make me think. you make me wonder, and contemplate, and second guesss. your voice gets stuck in my head, and your touch makes me feel alive. 

you don't know why i stare at you, i'll laugh it off and look away. 

i'm trying to figure you out, figure me out, i'm trying to figure out how i feel, and it's so god damn confusing. 

you bite your lip when you are thinking, and you stick your tongue on the end of your teeth when you laugh. you always tap your fingers in some sort of  rythm, and i love it when your hand is wrapped around my waist and i can feel it on my leg.

i was trying to escape love. 

and now i'm stuck at this cross road, of wether to let you in or let you go. i took my time to get here, but it's where i stand now, and i don't know what to do. 

i think i love you. and don't feel flattered, i don't want to. i just do.