Story. of. my. life.
This is literally everything I’m feeling right now about this boy I like, all wrapped up in one song. I hate how awkward I am. I always ruin everything. “[I] just want to talk, but [I am] way too scared.”
Watch this. Enough said.
Lately I’ve been going through withdrawal. No, not from drugs, silly. From Cosmo Jarvis, of course!
I spent almost all of my senior year in high school listening to this British musician and falling in love with every lyric, melody, and song. He’s seriously amazing.
So, I’m spending tonight reminiscing. I’m getting back to all of the great memories that were formed with Mr. Jarvis singing in the background. I’ve written some of my favorite stories and poems to his gorgeous voice.
Excuse me while I sit here with a simple grin on my face, tapping to the rhythm of my favorite lost musician and his harmonious mandolin.
If I push you away it does not mean that I do not care. On the contrary, I care too much and wish not to be hurt. Prevention is my best method for protecting myself from harm.
Forgive me if I can’t let you know how I feel,
If I’m not obvious enough,
For I’m confused myself.
I can’t figure you out.
Always a surprise.
I inject that needle of realism
Into your seemingly positive
Bubble of effort.
It can’t be for me.
It’s never for me.
You’re just being kind,
What should I do
When all I want to do is give up
And all I can do is keep trying?