love is blind
I think about the boy of my dreams,
and how he probably doesn’t think about me.
“if only i was closer” I keep telling myself
I drown myself with Boards of Canada on repeat.
I think about how much he means to me.
I feel like our relationship is an open wound,
continuously hurting one another.
I wish I could erase my past and start over.
I want to explain, but it is too late.