I hate that you make me happy

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 I hate how talking to you makes me happy. 

I want to be a better person for you. 

I want to tell you everything about myself, because we’ve already shared so much. 

You don’t judge me for anything. 


You don’t get mad at me when I spiral and overthink. 

I know you don’t want to be with me.

But you still send me a Snapchat every morning.

Waking up to see that notification makes me instantly happy. 

What a beautiful way to wake up.


Sending memes on Instagram to each other.

Sending videos and photos on Snapchat.

Some days you’re so talkative and flirty.

Other days more distant and not chatty at all.

Those days make me feel terrible.

What did I do to make you not want to talk to me anymore?

But then you send me something and I’m happy again.


Why do you make me so happy.

You hurt me more every time you flirt and seem like I have a chance.

I know you’re emotionally unavailable and not ready to date yet m.

But I know that really means you’re not going to date me.


I hate that you make me happy. 

I know I bother you everyday.

I am done trying and I am going to keep my distance now.

You don’t have to worry about me. 

I will be fine. Maybe not now.

But eventually. 

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