questions? since when?
i didn't know you would ask
is that wrong for me to say?
i mean, im sorry if it is
it's just- colour me surprised
when you asked me how things were
i kinda froze up in that moment
and i just had to stare
don't get me wrong,
i love that you do, it's nice
that you care enough...
is this insecurity?
is this what insecurity is?
is it? Is it? Is it?
is it being stood in the kitchen
and not knowing how to feel
knowing that you're happy,
but not knowing if he did it because
of guilt? was it cause of guilt?
some weird twisted thought
that no, you'd never asked before
and that maybe it would be nice to?
if so, i don't want it.
Want. God, do I hate that word
i want, i want, i want.
well maybe i don't want, i need
i need to know it's because you cared
because you wanted to ask
because you were curious
cause you cared. not cause some
stupid thought that no, you'd never asked
before and that maybe it would be kind to
please care, please care,
i want- no i think i need that from you.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
