Sometimes.

It's not like i don't want to say. But i just can't bring myself to say it. I hate myself for this. Sometimes i know, sometimes i fear but all i want is to believe in everything that you say. Every time that I'm alone I wonder why, sometimes i run yet sometimes i hide. I ponder on one question a million times, just why? I'm just sicked of everything you do. The way you talk, the way you lie, the way you will never ever admit and the way you'll never succumb to me.

I realised something, but I'll never be able to understand one thing. Why on Earth are you even treating me that nice. If you're bound to lie to me in the first place, then don't be nice to me. They say you were just doing for your benefits and nothing else. I beg to differ because i know, you're true, at least. To me.

I'll wait for the day, xo.