I wrote you 'cause I was hoping you would read it, and because I'm a retard

My eyes are swollen and my tongue will tell all, every secret that my heart contains. I don't know where I stand, and the tears flow over my pink cheeks. My heart stopped beating and I need something to open my eyes. I guess you just don't want me, I think you make me insecure.

I'm falling for you, and it feels like the harder I fall the more you push me away. I don't fucking understand it, I don't see it and I can't help it. Why would you sleep in my bed and then act as if you and me don't seem to be anything?

My mouth just spits the truth and my heart yearns for what I find so wonderful about you. I want everything you have to offer, good or bad. I don't think you know what you've done to my head, and I ask you don't walk away, don't leave me bleeding like this ..

I was never happier than the day you talked to me, and nothing was so overwhelming then your lips on mine.

I just can't let this feeling go, and if that means I must play the fool, I will and if that means I must suffer pain, then I'll suffer. I'm so afraid to throw my feelings in your face. I'm afraid you'll just run away.

I barely know you, but that was enough to make my head spin. You do things to me I would never allow but for some bizarre reason, you can. For some reason I'd let you in, for some reason I'd let you see inside my rotting heart. I have no words to say what I want, and I know this is a risk. I wanna reveal myself to you, but my fear runs deep. Kiss me, kiss me hard. Tell me I don't have to fear rejection, tell me all your words were honest and your lust sincere. I wish you could read my mind, I wish you could see my smile every time I think about you. I wish my heart didn't hurt by the uncertainty I feel.

I know I must be real about this, but I don't want to and I don't care all I want always seems to be what I can't get.

It feels like I'm just sitting here doing time, looking for a sign.

I got this fever, this nasty fever for you boy. Come and be my cure, write me a thousand songs and lick my toes, making me giggle.

I don' know how your blood flows through your veins and I don't know how ugly your tongue is but I'll show you mine if you show me yours.