What a mess we made.

We got love so wrong.

We try and make sense of the facts.

Someone secretly miss you and there who secretly love you without being able to pronounce it.

This is a poem about being secretly in love.

Some people are motivated by complete and utter selfishness.

People who love you are just following everything you do.

It is horrible when you are waiting for the bomb to drop.

Assumptions often lead you down the wrong path.

When someone feels the same way as you, it is not uncommon for them to be thinking the same thoughts too.