no commodities.

i saw you looking at me, stealing glances at you.

/i've been watching your world from afar,
/i've been trying to be where you are
/and i've been secretly falling apart.



i wrote you a poem, somehow or another, i want you to know how i feel about you. 6 days more and it's your birthday. but what can i do? i want to give you this present i made over a few months. but, i guess you wouldnt take it. ack, one day will you message me to actually acknowledge that i exist? what you are doing's just breaking my heart cos cant you see, i'm just too in love with you.

] in love with blades of shear pain.