It's always after road trips
I swear they bring me bad luck
Maybe that's why I get car sick
I dunno if that's just an excuse
Or maybe it's a reason for me to believe that it wasn't just my fault
That this isn't who I am and that there's some kind of good inside of me
Maybe I just can't come to terms with myself
I wish I could lose myself
Or find myself
I don't think I care which
I just hope this trip gets easier with time
Because I suppose I have some of that to give
I wish that we would talk like we used to
That might be unfair of me
I might need some therapy or to talk about it
But either way I wish you were awake
I just don't know what our future could be anymore
I have so many unanswered questions
How do I fit into your life now? You don't need me
You never want to talk about your problems or feelings
So what am I here for?
Why do you need me?
Cause lately I feel like the end of a shoelace for a person who only wears velcro shoes
I wish you trusted me with your whole self
But I feel like I've lost the right to want that after how I've been
So I'll stop begging and pleading and we can figure this out
At least I hope so
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Inner Space
PoetryA collection of short thoughts and ideas. First piece of writing by an aspiring writer. A place I can call my own...
