I know I shouldn’t love you. You love her… or maybe another girl. I’m not sure anymore. If there’s anyone you really love, it isn’t me. You’ll hold me, cuddle me, console me through my manic-depression, but you won’t love me. It’s always this platonic relationship that I can’t stand anymore.
I know I shouldn’t love you because you’re moving far away and you’ll probably stop caring about me soon enough. You’ve got a future ahead of you and I can barely see past today.
You’re beautiful, though you hate your body.
I want to kiss you, but you’d never let me. After all, you’re in love with another girl or two or three…
