I love you. I really do. I wish I was the right person to write a whole story about you. I can't find the words. So sweet, so lovely, so good. Love. Roses. Kisses. 'I love you' texts. Amazing. No trust. It hurts.
You're always pushing in, to see how far you'll get. But you won't easily make a fool of me. I've seen this happen once, oh thats my queue to leave. You say it's a misunderstanding but i know, yeah i know when this is done i won't be standing at your door, no more.