Where will I be in six weeks? I'll still be wanting to see you.

It's all about the tiny things.

I love every part of you down to your fingerprints.

shush

Actually, half the time I'm losing words for feelings.

It, or we, could have been/be brilliant.

I think about you constantly, even when I'd rather not, and maybe I finally understand why you tried to forget about me. Maybe you felt guilty for having me on your mind...I don't know, but lately I feel guilty for having you on mine all the fucking time. All the fucking time. I guess I feel guilty because I get the feeling that maybe you'd be happier if I didn't want you so badly.

Vince from work will flirt with me. It's cute, it's flattering, it's all the things that flirting should be, but honestly, I don't go home and lay in bed thinking of all the things he said. I lay in bed and try so hard to pry every memory I have of you out of all the hidden places in my mind. I try to remember the feeling of you close to me and the sound of your heart. And I want so much to be happy and the only time I'm seriously happy is when I'm talking to you. It's kind of like only your voice can make all my memories real. And I don't want to move on, but sometimes you make me feel I should, but all I want to hear is that if I were to move on, some part of you would break. I want to feel that you care for me...I want to hear that you feel the way I do. If you were to let go, I would break a little. I can only keep thinking one thing:

I think we could be extraordinary together, instead of ordinary alone.

And alone, I feel so ordinary. Vince from work doesn't make me feel (insert whatever feeling here) the way you do. No one really does.

Okay, okay, okay. I miss you.

I Am Not A Robot - Marina and the Diamonds (Cover)

Yes Please.

You’ve been acting awful tough lately
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately
But inside, you’re just a little baby
It’s okay to say you’ve got a weak spot
You don’t always have to be on top
Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you’re not


You’re vulnerable, you’re vulnerable
You are not a robot
You’re loveable, so loveable
But you’re just troubled

Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

You’ve been hanging with the unloved kids
Who you never really liked and you never trusted
But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins
Never committing to anything
You don’t pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings
Don’t be so pathetic, just open up and sing

I’m vulnerable, I’m vulnerable
I am not a robot
You’re loveable, so loveable
But you’re just troubled

Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot

Can you teach me how to feel real?
Can you turn my power on?
Well, let the drum beat drop

Guess what? I’m not a robot
Guess what? I’m not a robot, a robot