Don’t ask me how I feel
Because I couldn’t
Give you a straight answer
Or the answer you wanted to hear
Don’t ask me if
I love him
Because I think I’m most likely to say
“I think I do”
Ask me if I need him
With a tear in my eye
And a confused expression
I’ll tell you I don’t
But laying in bed at night
I ask myself
“Do you need him?”
And the only answer is a single tear down my cheek
And after everything
All the pointless questions
Please do not ask me
“how does he feel?”
Because in all honesty, I don’t have a damn clue.
A contest entry
- 178 TITLES CONTEST!!!! that's right.. 178 to choose from!! I'm sure you can find atleast a little inspiration :) by Angierie.
890 points, ended April 9, 2009, 25 entries
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Comments
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Ahh!! Get out of my head!!
I can most definitely relate to this!! Thanks soooo much for this!!
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Haha thanks I think I'd be dead if anyone actually asked me straight questions to do with this "him"!
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