Thinking of me with you (him)…
I have broken so many rules,
I have gone out my way not a few times
I have done things I’m not supposed to do.
Thinking of me without you;
I was just a lonely girl, an innocent sweet little creature,
Trying to find life, be happy and free.
Thinking of me being with you;
That brought out another part of me,
A part that I believe is strong enough and can resist anything.
Thinking of me after being with you
I don’t know what to feel;
Whether, hate, remorse, dread, regret, like or whatever
But certainly not love.
Thinking of me and you in the outside world
We are just like strangers,
Who has never met or spoken
And still, we get on like it’s absolutely nothing.
Thinking of me seeing you again,
Makes my heart skip and my head spin
But the moment I see you
My heart race for a few seconds
And I become cold and calm like nothing happened.
Thoughts of coming to see you again
Its like, am I mad?
Certainly not. I’m not. So I stay clear, off.
Even though somehow I think I’m enjoying the flirting idea.
Thoughts of you getting angry with me
Though it disturbs my spirit,
But I still can live with it.
Than having to live with regrets
Like me beating myself day after day.
Thoughts of not speaking to you.
Well, if you don’t talk to me
I will speak to you
Can’t just forget my baby sweetheart,
Cause most things were first times with you (him)
Thoughts of the whole scenario in my head,
I decide to spit it out.
But to who?…
To my friends, my babies and somehow,
They weigh more than they do.
And the more I let it out, the more I become lighter…
So now with all these thoughts,
What are you to me?
What am I to you?
And what are we in conclusion?