Scratch Pad
I can’t seem to love you.
I’m sorry if that’s too much for you to handle right now.
I understand more than anyone the hurt you’ve been through.
I’d say we could still be friends, but I just can’t seem to love you at all.
I wish a lot of things.
I wish they made glue for hearts (they do, it’s called ice cream).
I wish black and white was never gray.
I wish I had words I could tell you to make things okay.
I wish I didn’t accidentally rhyme sometimes.
Mimes.
Dimes.
Crimes.
Wind chimes… are annoying.
I wish I loved you, but I just can’t seem to.
What does all of this mean?
That’s a good question.
If I loved you, you’d know what it meant.
You would know so many beautiful things and you would love them all.
Just like I’d love you.
But I don’t.
And you don’t.
And we don’t… and maybe we won’t.
But I’d like to have hope.
I’d really like that.
-=Chorus=-
One day I hope to be less hopeless.
In fact, I’m very hopeful.
And my hopes are high.
And I wish I were.
