Young age
It hurts
I don't see next year, i see now
Tears build up and principles are torn down
Two sides fight but one will always prevail
can you tell people how you really feel
No
Why
Cause if you were already carrying enough burdens
Why listen to me talk about mine
They can't be compared but i do it anyway
Why do you want him
I don't know
maybe it's not him
Maybe it's the feeling of being with him
Having him
All to myself
What a sweet fantasy
a romantic thought
One that drives you into the certain madness they call love
Every thought dedicated to you
I'm not talking but i'm thinking of you
Im not by you but i feel you
Maybe i should dedicate my time
Then i wouldn't think about it so much
A drug
A narcotic
Sold to all ages
What flavor and wait time they ask
Crush 5 weeks
friend 3 years
lover 1 year
true love 10 years
I don't see next year i just see now
I say 1 but wanted 4
Settling for less than i deserve
No conversations
No midnight calls
No where are yous
Cold but i still want it
Whatever it is
No matter how many times you shoot me
Ill always crawl back to you
I still have that scar you gave me
And I was willing to get that tattoo for you
How do you overcome it without breaking yourself first
A crutch
But i didn't need one anyway
I was perfectly fine alone
"was"
You see the battle between oneself it never ends
Overthinking one's true intentions until you're left with a broken head
A penny for your thoughts
Is all i want but the pain in realizing that it's all gone
Hurts my heart even though i know i'll move on
To different faces from different places
Who all believe in different traces of the inevitable time
YOU ARE READING
The Epic Romances Of Jai
PoezjaA collection of poems that follow my thoughts. Following me through my journey of high school as a hopeless, black romantic. Maybe this will have a good ending but when the future has no inevitable plans what can I say?
