you keep saying I’m worth it. well, I just can’t see it. to someone, someday. I think there’s no reason to be so overwhelmingly vague, and I think there's a grounded point to every little thing that you say. but I’ll never really get it. so I live inside my head. away from intruding reality.
and the times when I used to close my eyes and dream of rest are replaced by weekday mornings.
I wish that you would meet me there. or at some halfway point we make. our tired bodies need some rest. pull ourselves up and escape. just you and I, a better place. where I won’t need to forget your face.
It’s personal, you don’t want to say. when all the things I should have said still get in the way. it’s personal, you don’t want to say. you hoped you could see me in class everyday.