You Make Me Want To....Mature

How could I tell you
In not so many words
That you make me want to...

Is there a way to even know
If this so called "feeling" is even true?
If only I could just...
Because you make me want to...

I close my eyes,
Walk this sidewalk,
In the dark
At four in the morning,
Getting back from the place
We first met...

How could I tell you
...
You make me want to love you.
You make me want to hate myself.
You make me happy.
You make me utterly depressed.
...
You make me want to jump off a cliff and into an ocean, where the ice cold water would make me feel nothing but the feeling of...
STUPIDNESS.

The End

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