I know that I’m hard to love. Some days I’m all smiles and affection and then other days there’s nothing I want more than to be quiet and lie in bed.
Sometimes I get angry about stupid things and won’t want to talk to you. Other days I’ll think that you’re the most perfect person in the world.
Please don’t give up on me. I know it’s not easy but I’ll always come back to you.
I often find myself tracing my hand with the other,
Following the slopes and valleys my fingers create,
And maybe it’s an action I’ve simply inherited
Out of curiosity of how yours would feel on mine.
"Do you think he’s worth getting your heart broken for?"