True friend

Its nothing I wanted, its nothing I asked or begged for, maybe when I was young but,that's just because I was oblivious to the way it makes me feel, queasy and happy, sad and excited, to see the same person I have been chatting with for nearly 20 minutes, if not way more than I should. Studies a lack due to my brains being all drizzled with the thought of you singing a serenade confessing your love back. I want to touch I want to scream.I want to jump.I want to cry, I want you, OH MY!, I want you...I also want to know how many girls I have to kill, to get you to want me back .what's love without sacrifice... Not decapitation but feelings being expressed your thoughts coming out if your mouth leaving you repressed.

By the unsuccessfulness feeling of being beat up by love.