Mixed Signals

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


I need some navigation

Submitted: August 16, 2018

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Submitted: August 16, 2018

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Getting mixed signals, I need some navigation,

Shit at directions, never know where I’m fuckin’ going.

Give me something, to help ease my frustration,

Just let me know, what you want from me.

 

We grow so close, that we start to overheat,

Then we get so cold, that we both get frostbite.

We keep switching, this relationship is bipolar,

Why are we so mixed up, we can’t pick a climate.

 

Today you’re all about me, borderline obsessed,

Your eyes light up like diamonds, when you see me.

Good vibes only, that’s the feeling you’ve expressed,

We smile, we laugh, overall having a good time.

 

Tomorrow comes, and now you don’t even exist,

Death behind my eyes, dark as the new moon.

Everything about you annoys me, I’m so pissed,

Your voice is akin to nails on a fucking chalkboard.

 

Sunday, you’re so close, I can hear your heartbeat,

Monday, I’m wishing that I never fucking met you.

Tuesday, you’re running through my mind like Usain,

Wednesday, your eyes grow dim, when you see me.

Thursday, I’m the only one that you wanna talk to,

Friday, my shoulder grows colder than the North Pole,

Saturday, we hate and love each other, simultaneously.

 

I love you so much, I never want exist without you,

The world seems to stop, when you see me approaching.

I hate you so much, you’re a worse habit than cigarette smoking,

You’re so cold, hope that I die from hypothermia.

 

You want me to love you, to touch you, to fuck you,

I want to love you, to touch you, to fuck you.

I want to hate you, don’t touch me, don’t look at me,

You want to hate me, don’t touch me, don’t look at me.

 

We grow so close, that we start to overheat,

Then we get so cold, that we both get frostbite.

We keep switching, this relationship is bipolar,

Why are we so mixed up, we can’t pick a climate.

 


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