**_i don’t know how to explain what you make me feel.

i don’t know if i’m confused,

or if everything is a success.

i want to pass my thoughts into your arms,

so with a smile on your face,

i confirm my biggest doubts.

is it so hard to turn around?

do you remember how my eyes look?

if not,

try to look.

i won’t be there anymore.

you felt a pack of buterflies,

yet left and didn’t accept.

i’m sure i didn’t commit a crime.

wait actually,

maybe loving was my crime.

you didn’t take me serious

tho you acted as if everything was me.

i say i’m hurt.

you say “awww” and then you’ll leave

_****_why is this happening to me. _**