I do sometimes wish I was someone's want.
Someone's need. Someone's first thought. Someone's priority.
I don't really understand it... Why am I always the one to make plans?
Why am I always the one to ask first?
Why am I always the one who get cancelled on at short notice?
The one people think it's okay to bail on?
The one they find it easiest to forget about.
I don't want to be that. I want to have friends I know care about me. I want friends who message me first to ask if we should catch up. I want friends who want to talk to me all the time. I want friends who will give me the time of day when I ask for it, or don't ask for it. I don't think that's asking too much. I don't think that's asking too little. If there's 7.753 billion people in the world, how am I nobodies priority.
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoesíaHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
