I've never felt this way before,
Never not once.
Its been this way with you for way too long
And im sick of waiting for something extrodinary to happen.
I'll say this once,
So make it sick in your head
As if i were to super-glue it there.
I feel happy when I see you,
Even when I'm mad.
But one thing I hate myself for is pretending, when I'm around you.
I hate it the most, and I just want something extrodinary to happen.
So? What do you say?
Do I get a chance?
Or did i screw up again?
I want you more than anything in life,
My next big mistake.
Every night I've cried for the stupidest things,
Things I cant have,
And I most certeinly dont,
Want you to be one of them.
You are the reason I'm here,
The reason I'm going miserably insaine,
The reason I loose the words I have planed in my head to say to you,
And the reason I can no longer move on, until I know.
I need to know.
Do i get my chance?
I wont screw up.
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