Rubbish. WARNING: don't read.

Can’t I have you for my own?

Can’t I tell you I adore you ever since?

Can’t I be trapped in your charm?

The first day we met, I knew there would be something going on.

I was pumped to be the best of me ever since I knew you.

I wanted to be in my best shape, since you demand appearance.

I tried really hard to be the smartest in class just to impress you.

I tried to be that “it” girl so that I can be compared to you.

I dreamed of you twice.

You always bring butterflies to my tummy when we touch.

You give colors to my dull days.

You tell me your stories and I will never get bored of them.

You get sick, and I will care for you.

You get lost, I’ll try to help you out as best as I could.

But,

It’s always been you who kept the distance between us.

It’s always been you that dumped me.

It’s always been you that never looked at me because of my appearance.

It’s always been you that ignore me when I want to tell my stories.

It’s just you never been there for me you never really care.

It’s just you that shut the whole system of hope down like there’s no tomorrow. Like there’s no other.

You disarmed me from my guns.

The guns I used to chase others, you took away.

I hate being the one who always have to wait.

But it sucks to be the one who chase, especially a girl, and be ignored afterwards.

It sucks to be the one who waited for so long to only get wasted.

It sucks to be the one who gathered all the fibers of courage and then made the first move, only to be called a whore.

So tired of love.

Why does love have to exist?

Why is it so inevitable?

Why?

Why do you have to exist?

I wish I never had to meet you.

Even if I did meet you, I wish I could be in your arms.

I wish you felt the same way I always do.

I wish we could be happy, and happy ever after did exist.

And that happy ever after is a transcript of us.

P.S. oh, fuck grammar. I was just too desperate to even try proofreading this junk. Ha ha.