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Thursday, March 17, 2011 / -adele, "rolling in the deep"
i don't know me anymore. i don't get me anymore. everything is you. everything is us. no, i'm not saying it's wrong. no, i'm not saying i dislike. i'm just getting comfortable. probably because you're the closest that's ever been to my heart. you make me love. you love. you love too much then you leave me questioning. you said you want this so bad. baby, you're not trying hard enough. i never want anyone so bad. why are you giving up easy? you make me weak. you're thoughts of leaving? you don't have to think it out loud. how insecure i can get, you know. say something only when you mean it. you playing with my feelings boo. don't. i don't want this to end. i don't want us to end. this is just the beginning. i'm giving us time. i'm giving us chance. i need to know that it's not just me, that it's a little bit of you too. that you need me too. if you don't want this. don't tighten your grip when i'm holding on to your hand. don't pull when i walk away. don't tell me you love me. don't hug me and tell everything's gonna be okay. don't speak. don't think. i'm typing these, eyes blurred. you got me on a roller coaster but i'm never letting this go. never letting you go. i'm gonna love only you. i'm gonna hope miracles exist. i'm gonna hope and hope and hope. i'm gonna love you, just you.
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