won't you just breathe.

I don't know sometimes. And sometimes, I do. I know I like coconut flakes on my hot chocolate. I know I don't like cats. Sometimes I like sleeping in the attic, and other times I don't.. It gets lonely, though to be alone is many times a fortune. But it's those nights where I hear no creaks and no wind that I do not like staying up there. To be alone can be a fortune, but sometimes it's not true. To be alone leaves the silence talking and sometimes the silence isn't so lovely. And so, just like deciding whether I like it or not, I don't know either when it comes to you. Sometimes you're heaven, other times you're not. Sometimes I love you, and other times, I love you even more. Your "I don't knows" are different, though...

Because what's inside of you isn't even given the chance to breathe. You don't know if you can give heart, and that's what hurts most. But I can't stay much longer waiting... you either know - or you don't.