Uni Fun

ahhh uni...the time of sleeping in lectures and writing random things like...

Words can only take me so far. Sometimes it's easier to just show you how I feel.

You're sitting there, talking to him, laughing with him, and I wonder if maybe I could leave without you noticing. Then I realise, you've already forgotten that I'm here.

What do I have to do to make you talk to me? Sometimes I wonder if I should just die so that you'd look at me for that little while.

My lip is bleeding, and I manage to stop biting it, but only after you've stopped kissing him.

My eyes burn with the effort it takes to not break down in front of you, but it also means that, with my eyes forced open, I have to see your happy smile from being with him and not me.

They say that every second without the one you love is like a knife stabbing through your heart and twisting. I'd say it feels more like twenty knives, at least.

You touch my shoulder and I force a smile onto my face. You ask me 'What's wrong?' and I reply with 'Nothing'. How can you still be so caring, so perfect, after tearing my heart out? Why do I still love you when you'll never be mine? Why do I still want you when you're happier with him?

See? Boring uni...oh wells