I would leave you on read
But it would weigh to heavily on my heart
Your sadness and confusion
My imagination couldn't bear
I try my best to reply
As friendly as can be
So that you wouldn't dwell
On the wrong you never did
Yet now, it is my mood
My anxious, worrying mood
That can't handle the prospect
Of being disliked
But now I've left
And I've detached
Because what was once my conscience drawn from others
I can now leave you on read
YOU ARE READING
Weird Poems About My Life
PoetryI'm just sorta sharing my poems when I feel like it- I surprisingly have a lot of life experience for a nerd. Let's all support each other :) <3
