the real unbearable thing

fuck.

your pretty little face, that's not just a matter.
your damn eyes that can turn upside down my inside, are not quite a problem. the fact that just one of your smiles can make me cry, it's almost bearable. missing you like hell, and not getting any goddamn answer or signs that you are alive for days, well i swear on god i can handle that. the real disarming thing in all this shit you're trowing to me, it's that

i'm fucking in love with you.