You are nice and I’m confused…
You are sweet, polite, smart and good looking… I’m a mess that refuses to hide it or lie about it… and I’m also everything else that you are.
If you ask me you’re a mess as well, just very good at hiding it, too afraid they won’t think you’re cool anymore. And then there are the moments that you crack and then there is me that sees right through you and I can see it scares the fuck out of you. I’m too smart for my own good, too straightforward, too tired of bulshit. I don’t want to play the game, I don’t want to keep calm and be innocently coy and pretend I’m something I’m not in order for you to like me. I’m enough as I am and fine with that. Do I want You? Yes! But I also want you to want me the way I am, not the way I’m supposed to be in order to get you to see me as attractive.
And then again maybe you do see me and like me, sometimes it feels like that. You laugh at everything I say, don’t move when we accidentally touch and then make it a point to tell me a thousand times that you forgot about me all while being super nice.
You’re nice and everybody likes you and I’m confused. But everybody knows that if a guy likes a girl she will know and if he doesn’t she will be confused.