FP [old writing/kinda current]

You are my favorite person. 

That’s what I would tell you if I could. You’d take it the wrong way, I know you would. Assume it’s a good thing. You’d give me an odd sort of smile you like to do with me, your face screwing up in confusion and judgment. It would probably boost your ego.

You are my favorite person and I hate you for it.

You wouldn’t understand how debilitating that title is. You don’t understand how awful it is for me.

You’re stuck in my mind like a fucking weed, a tall and big weed. You’re blocking the sun from the other fauna, keeping them from growing stronger. 

My world revolves around you. Fully. Every breath I take, every move I make. Everything. Is for you. 

And I fucking hate it.

Id drop anything I’m doing if it meant being next to you. Id ignore my responsibilities just to talk to you. I do things to make you jealous because that seems to be the only way I can get you to care.

I’ve split on you so many times, you make me angry easy. 

You don’t care for me the way I do you. I see this and I tell myself that I’ll drop you now. I block your number, I talk badly of you, I fucking despise you. But the moment one positive thing happens between us, I melt into a puddle of mush. 

And suddenly..

You’re perfect again. 

Isn’t that beautiful ?