Your words, the way you mimic Shakespeare to make me laugh
Your laugh, the way you laugh at my stupidity and gullibility when you joke around and I believe you
Your smile, the way you smile when you see me smiling
Your touch, the way you caress my hair when I fall asleep on your shoulder
Your hug, the way you hug me when you know I don’t feel right
Your kiss, the way you kiss me on my cheeks and on my forehead and I feel like, “yep, he says everything will be alright”
Your ways, the way you make me feel annoyed at you and the way you make me love you, at the same time.
You, the way the words makes me cringe and escalate the way I feel.
FCK MUKHA NA AKONG TANGA PLS
When is this kind of life going to end
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.