Laughter echoed around the room after I was asked how I felt about you.

See now, something told me to keep quiet but, this is what that liquor do.

Endless nights until the early morning but I’m gone by the afternoon.

I thought you was for me and I was for you but this relationship has been far from reciprocal.

If my actions would match my words , our problems would be less visible.

If this was a fairytale , would all our happiness be waiting for us at the end ?

It feels like I wanna be your man but I rather be your friend.

She ended up giving me the keys to her heart and I lost them shits again.