Repeat

What I really want is someone who can say all the sweet things in the world and actually mean them and them being just for me. This thought, however, makes me never want to say anything of the sort to anyone, because what if it gets messed up? I suppose I'll have to learn to never repeat the same thing twice.

Nonexistent

I miss this friend I used to have. Maybe it was only in my mind. Something I longed for so created in someone else. Perhaps I was blinded by what I wanted to see rather then what was really there. A phantom I created in someone who never wanted to exist. Or perhaps I was blind in another way? Maybe I refused to see what I was being shown. Someone who craved more then what was being given and never wanted what they had.