You don't see things the way I do.
In my head, everything is hanging on by a thread.
But in yours, nothing is askew.
The thoughts and feelings I have to weigh me down like lead.
How could I possibly go about living when I'm afraid I'll be left?
My heart would be missing.
You would be the theft.
Time after time again, my mind will keep spinning.
For I will always need reassurance that you can't give me.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
PoesiaJust a collection of my writings. I don't publish super often. If anyone actually reads these then enjoy :) EDIT: I haven't been on wattpad in a while so here's a **trigger warning**
