Venting

Sometimes I feel like we’re here for all the wrong reasons
Sometimes I feel like I’m just another one of your seasons
I feel like at the end of the day I’m the only that’s really down
I feel like next spring one of us won’t really be around
I love how you’re black and white but act more blonde
But I hate how you’ll read this and be generic when you respond
I’ve analyzed everything down to the stories about your exes
I’ve studied more than just your body and the tone of your texts
Do you know how hard it is to be around you
Do you know what each passionate hug puts me through
I know you said you’ll never leave or abandon me
But what if I can’t stop believing we were meant to be
I don’t wanna give up but a part of me wants this to end
I don’t wanna be your charity case or hear you call me your friend
I want more than emotional texts and casual encounters
I wanna turn the minutes we spend together into hours