mike wazowski opens up a tattoo shop called Monsters Ink
when two of ur friends are closer to each other than they are to u
imagine how much power you’d have if you woke up with a clear face and perfect hair every day
a heart so hollow
it echoes only your name
nothing but echoes
Am I asking for too much when I say I want to be treated special?
Just tell me… if I am.
I see a difference when you look at her
when your eyes meet mine
the way you say her name, it echoes in your heart
that heart of yours that skip a beat
and in every beat it skips
When you’d sleep late just to hear her voice
nothing waits for me
Is it wrong for me? For us?
Is this all too much?