He Makes Me Cry...I love him so much, but I'm not sure if I'm in love with him. I would rather be physically hurt then to see him sad.
I feel like he asks a lot from me, and is demanding. Yet he a great boyfriend. He's broke and he dresses like a creeper, but he gives me his love and when he dreams of the future he sees me beside him.
I just don't know where we're going, and that scares me. When I think of him and see him gone I cry. I ******* hate it because I cry, but I do.
He has big dreams and want more then what he has had in the past. He came from the ghetto and his mother has bipolar.
He dreams and loves, and **** do I hate seeing him hurt.
I just really like my space.
Where are you going? Where will be end? Some how I foresee his tears and my blood.