is it only me,

who creates fake scenarios in their head to fall asleep?

who lives for the hope that something— anything will happen?

who reads romance books just to feel something?

who overthinks everything they said— and never said?

who cries at the thought of getting older?

is it only me,

who forgives easily— too easily, but never forgets?

who will always be loving in secret?

who wants to appear mysterious, but always ends up oversharing?

who would rather get hurt than feeling nothing at all?

who takes everything personally? 

is it only me?

i hope it’s only me.

if this is also you,

i think you’re like me.

and if you’re like me,

i’m sorry.

i’m sorry, 

but you’re gonna be okay.