Am I asking too much to be thought about every now and then?
Considering I am supposed to be more than just a friend.
I sit awake at night, waiting for a ring.
The type my cell phone makes when you text something.
I don’t know how I expect you to be something you’re not.
But what am I supposed to do when you have my heart tangled in this knot.
You’re everything I want and more.
But lately you just make me sore.
I haven’t cried this much in a while.
But then I think it’s worth it when you make me smile.
Why is this so difficult?
How am I so confused?
What is making me constantly think about you?
Understand that when you hold me it feels like I’m stuck to you with glue.
This isn’t something I can help.
Believe me if it was, every time you’d look at me I wouldn’t melt.
Just tell me one thing – Do you think you’ll ever love me?
Because if it’s not so, than please just let me go.