He is taller then me
No one is taller then me
It was nice to look up
He said he was sad
Was it a joke
Or was it real
I want to offer him my number
And tell him that when he's down
Shoot me a text and I'll feel with you
But that's weird
It's weird isn't it
Why am I being weird
We talked about our past
I never talk about my past
I smile and pretend I'm fine
My mind jumps from poems
To him and me in my room
Laughing at stupid movies
I went from talking to my mom
To me wanting to bring him over
So that he can meet her
But that's weird
It's so incredibly weird
Why are my thoughts being weird
We were laughing
And we were talking about stuff
Sad enough to cry about
We were open
And I really liked being open
It was really refreshing
And I had an urge to confess
That I was gay
And that scared me
And that's weird
That's so not me
What had happened to me
How did this guy crumble my castle
That I spent so long
Repairing with stones
I want him to be my friend
Because he felt real
Realer than anyone else
What does this mean
Why do I feel like this
Were do I go from here
I have friends so why am I being weird
Why does this feel different
Why do I feel like a freak
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My Book of Poems
PoetryHello, I'm not going to lie. I suck at conversations, especially if I have to introduce myself. This is partially what I write about. You see, I write when I freak out. I write when I can't deal with being myself. So I hope you will take a look into...
