Hurry Up and Wait.

I am always unfailingly aware of you.
Which sucks.

stop it please.

you must be two different people.
because i can't make out your character.
i never could.
you, you, you
touched the small of my back.
catching my hair with the tips of your fingers.
stop killing me.
i was left there, standing,
dying.
it must have took me five minutes to recover.
it's funny how it doesn't hurt when i think about you now.
and now i'm spilling myself out to a keyboard.
see what you've done?

Anyways.

I've got a plan.
I know, I look nervous.
I held onto you just a little too tightly today.
Did you notice?
Let's not make me go through this again, it's all in my head anyways.
I don't care if you think I have some silly crush on you.
I just like talking to you.
I just want you to want to be near me.
I just want to be friends with you.
Not old friends, like before.
Friends.
I want to learn from you.
I want to be outgoing and talkative with you.
Somebody please help me do that.
Who am I talking to anyways?

"Title"

"Ring me up on my cellular phone, so i'm know i'm not alone in a world full of vampires."

happiness is just ignorance for everything else that's falling apart.
how stupid are we to want that?
but how lifeless are we to not?