My brain is screaming at me to stop texting him, To stop worshipping the perfect facade I created of him.
Open your eyes, look up to the sky and realize how illogical your heart can sometimes be:
Shutting out every flaw, every mistake you got to the point of putting your own sanity at stake.
Running after a love that keeps you awake, a burning sensation, a painful heartache.
It’s not even worth spending time fantasizing about a pair of lips that will never brush on mine,
But I still find myself, awake at night, just the thought of you sends shivers down my spine.
Oh how illogical.