It’s 3am. After months of our time apart you ask me if im done hating you and that you miss me… What exactly is it that you want to hear from me?
I’ve told you i liked you, you told me you liked me too.
I’ve told you i liked you, you said, “this isnt what i wanted.”
I’ve told you i loved you, you said you needed time.
I gave you my heart, my scarred and war torn heart and you handed it back telling me that i could keep it.
I dont hate you, i will never hate you. I’ll just love you a little less than i did yesterday.
So let me ask you again, what do you want to hear from me? Because pretending to be asleep is going to keep me awake all night…