Sometimes...
I want to cry.
It hurts.
I feel funny inside.
I want to cry.
I'm so emotional.
Especially for someone like you.
I know you know you've hurt those before.
I'm young. I'm naive. I don't know yet.
But I know that's how it is.

I love you.
I love you not.
I love you.

I want to cry, because I don't know if you feel the same.
You take longer. He did too. It's okay...
I love. I hurt. I know you're destructive.
I cry inside, my heart out.
I cry.
I sit in the corner and I cry my tears I cry.

I want you to take my hand.
But it's your hand that must decide.
I know if you take it...and don't mean anything by it...I'll cry.
Because I love you.
Even those you love, will hurt you. They'll hurt you deeply.
For some, if you change, they stop loving you.
Some, even if you change, it's okay, they'll be there.
Just wanna sit there by you.
If you love me too, or like maybe at first..
it'll be okay to take my hand, or touch my shoulder.

If you do take me, be gentle.
My soft heart is breakable.
So fragile in your strong hands.
Why do I trust those who's habit tend towards homicidal?
I can't say. I don't think I truly know. It just is.
Love is love.
Love is simple but complicated,
complicated yet so simple.
It's something innocent, even the worst are capable of feeling.
Love dosn't ask for perfection.
It just asks for you.

It loves you, even if you shatter her into a thousand peices.
Love will forgive. Sometimes over time.
Love will heal. Often over time, or in one sweet kiss.

If you take my heart, please respect my love.
Who I love in special.
I love him. And you.

When I think of you, I wish to cry.
I'm not sure you want me.
I'm so emotional, so fucked up.
Sometimes I'm too hopefull.
Daydream.

I dream of your kisses.
Your touch.
What your love would be like.
To be yours.
To wish to know you can.
To respect your wishes, love and desires.
To learn. To be good. Silent.

The tears run.
Silent.
I stay quiet.
Afraid to say something right now.
Afraid you think I'm just a child.
Too young.
Too naive.
Too immature.

I dream sometimes.
I wish we could live with each other.
I wish we could make food for each other.
I wish could watch tv, play games, watch movies.
I wish and wonder we could do things together.
Sleep with each other...maybe.
I feel. Weird. I'm so confused.
The tears come.
Reality hits.
I cry again.
Don't hurt me. Please.
I feel it's wrong and weak for me to ask for that.
The tears come. They come.
It's okay.
Feelings come.
Crying.
Tears.

I hold my tongue.

I know you're strong.
I know you make people see things they did not want about themselves.
I want to cry.
... Even if I die. I still...would like to be your friend.
If you'll have me.

I'll love you though.