I think I like him
And then I know I don’t
Do I want it too badly?
Or do I just not want it enough?

I hope I just don’t know I want it
OR want him to want it
But I wish he liked me so so much
And I liked him so so so much
Head over heels, and heels over head

The way I want to feel when I’m in love:
Infatuated
Mindless
Bubbling with joy
Returned with more joy
Carelessly myself
But adored more for it

He thinks too hard about everything
Everything
Too hard, too hard, he overthinks everything
You can’t love if you think
And you can’t think if you love

He’s nice and smart and sweet
And rational and thoughtful and funny
But sometimes I just can’t get over it
He may not be my type. I can’t outgrow it
I want to.
But if he can be shallow why can’t I?
I’m not allowed.

Can I do better?
Can he do better?
What is better?...
Sexier, funnier, smarter, more carefree?
Both of us can do better…

I don’t want to end it
But yes, yes I do
It’s over, I’m single, I’d say
Single single mingle tingle
And someone can fall for me now
I’m ready to be in love
The L-word
Love.
Love.
Fuck that word.
FUCK it.