If I’m not writing and your reading forgive me I will have some new poems up soon.
As I write this I have to literally swallow to hold my food down
The anxiety that feeling I always run from but surely always finds me
I don’t know what to do
Its funny because I’ve felt it so many times now
Love can make you sick
I let you go trusting that you would come back to me
I let you be yourself trusting that you were who you said you were
We fought about it
You made me feel bad for telling you how I felt
How I cared
Would you let the person you love drown
Then why just stand by and let them
We are we so quick to give into old habits
A line can feel just like riding a bike you never forget
You’ll never be looking for it either
That’s what you said to me
I looked in your eyes
I see myself in you
I try and tell myself it’s just a mirage
I know better though
You can’t bullshit a bullshitter
I love you
Im trying to
I think I do
My heart tells me 1 thing
The mind is always there to ruin the fun though
Next time you want to prove a point to me
Don’t try to fight fire with fire
You’ll get burnt
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Author:
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- Published: October 8th, 2018 00:30
- Category: Short story
- Views: 16
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