ako. si. c.
ako. si. c.
ako. si. c. (I AM C)
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Friday, October 15, 2010 @ 8:54 AM
Bothersome You!
Why am I bothered by that sheer face?
Why am I bothered by that scandalous whisper?
Why am I bothered by that irritating bravado?
Why oh why am I bothered with your mere presence?


I honestly can't bear to sit beside you, really.
But I could not explain why I am even affected.
I could not even fathom why my brain suddenly goes chaotic,
Everytime you just stare...

and make that NASTY grin.


But something's bothering me.
I just couldn't explain why or even what it is actually.
A nagging, weird feeling tingles all over me,
It's NOT hate, it's NOT like yet it does make me feel SILLY.


I just hate seeing you,
But I do am having fun retorting to your insults.
I actually don't care about you,
Yet why the hell am I yapping and yapping about things pertaining to you?!?


Stop bothering me,
Stop entering my thoughts.
Stop making fun of me.
Just stop, I beg, I plea.


Because I just might get used to it.
I might get used to this.
I might get used to you...

And I just might get used to the word... "us?"



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