I’m surrounded by all these confusing girls.

I don’t understand them,

Don’t understand myself around them.

One moment we’re laughing and I really, really like you I might even love you if that’s even possible because I think it might be and I’m just so _happy_ around you-

And the next moment I’m not sure you realize I’m even here, hovering right next to you.

I should leave, shouldn’t I?

One moment you’re begging me to change my pride background, because every time you look over my shoulder at _my_ phone you get uncomfortable.

And the next you act genuinely scared of me hurting myself, because I opened up and _trusted_ you to be the only one of my friends who wouldn’t give a shit if I was gone.

But you’d like one less girl who likes girls in this world, wouldn’t you?

I’m just so confused.

I don’t understand.

Do you care about me or not?

Am I worth something to you or not?

Is there something you want? Is that “something” for me to go away?

Because the minute I think I’ve got it,

I’ve figured it out,

Another confusing girl pops up.

And I’m left to make sense of it,

Left to make sense of my own feelings.

But it’s their names in my head when I wake up,

Their faces that drive me up to endure another day,

Their voices that tell me to get up, that I might see them today.

So is it worth it?

Is the confusion worth the happiness they bring me?