How am I supposed to talk to you?
To connect to you.
To open up to you.
To laugh with you.
How complicated to even walk beside you.
Have we ever stop being strangers?
You look at me as if we have never shared a word.
Together our silence suffocates me.
Hitting my anxiety, drowning me in desperate desires.
This endless repetition is tearing me.
Admiring our situation, this will never change.
Have we ever stop being strangers?
I don't want to be alone, I beg you look at me, smile at me.
Admiring our situation, this will never change.
YOU ARE READING
Drizzlinglights
PoetryA glimpse of my mind. A glimpse of my never ending thoughts. A glimpse of my ongoing overthinking.
