you know what?
i don't want to hurt myself again.

yes i do like you. but it's not love.
there's no progress to ignite this romance.

no matter how much i don't want this illusion to end,
let's be honest with each other.

i'll make the move and ask you the questions you dare not.
i wonder what are you so afraid of.

i'm sick of keeping silent and still.
if i were me and can do whatever i liked,

i would just trample and stomp into your room and pounce. i would wring my arm around your neck and wrestle behind you, and then plonk on your lap and disturb whatever activities you're doing. i'll stop you from completing your 'duties' and 'responsibilities' and hug you all day long. i would kiss your cheek your lips you neck your ears your face. i will not let you go. not let you go far, not so long, not too late. i'll cling on to you and stick to you like a sore thumb. that's how i'll grab your fucking attention and not let you get away from me.

but life doesn't work that way.