I still find myself thinking about you. We would've been talking for a month and some change now. Yeah, it's only a month. But our conversations were meaningful and deep. When we were talking it was like I was in a different place. Then it slowed. But not enough to notice. And now I constantly beat myself up over not being able to see it. I don't think I do this because we stopped talking. I think I do this because there's something wrong with me. Well, that you think there's something wrong with me. I want closure and to know what it is. But I don't want to chase you trying to figure out what it is. I'm just not sure.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
