by JB Nuique
I hate myself at times.
Lost. Wandering. Thinking.
Mostly about love.
I miss you. I do.
Friendship. Feelings. I thank you.
It seems like you've changed.
Did you? Or I just wanted more?
You can't be with me
Because I'm far from you.
You don't know me yet
And I'm not ready for something bittersweet.
Five years from now. Maybe I will.
It's too early to say I love you.
It's too early to say I don't.
But I really really like you
And I'll miss you even if you won't.
Last updated December 14, 2015