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I've heard that love is a choice,
But who would choose this gut wrenching, heart stopping feeling consistently.
Every day posting Facebook statuses about you that you refuse to put forth the effort to like.
It's like spinning my wheels in quicksand,
The harder I fight, the more I sink.
Yet I continue to like, like, like & Love every post that you make.
I stare at every picture you post with my heart eye emoji’s,
And when you go live I can't help but watch the entire stream.
Yesterday I felt like you smiled at me....
I captured a screenshot....
I'll show it to the world when I post it on Instagram for woman crush Wednesday.
Hashtag fine!
Hashtag Mine!
Hashtag she doesn't know but she will in due time.
Then my throwback for Thursday will be a picture of me and my ex.
It'll have some wise quote about learning from your mistakes and preparing for what's next.
I don't miss her and I'm not trying to diss her.
I just want to make it clear that I'm open and available.
I promise it has nothing to do with me being mentally unstable.
Neither does the fact that I'm going to post an old picture of me and you for favorite couple Friday.
You probably don't even remember it because it was so many years ago,
But I'm going to block you from seeing it so I guess we will never know.
Or maybe we will.
I'm thinking about reading this confession on my snapchat this weekend.
I know our mutual friends will run and tell you then maybe you will follow me back because you've got to see it to believe it.
Some will say I'm in love,
Others will say I'm psycho,
I don't know the difference.
