I'm finding it funny how things don't make sense.
The way I let go of people, now "past tense".
It's critical thinking, trying to blend in.
It's getting harder to imagine happiness with them.
Distance and proximity, a dangerous mix,
Solving all the problems you didn't know you should fix,
Time away from toxic, to reminisce,
You don't need yourself a bubble,
You need an arrow that won't miss.
I've been trying to tell you.
I've been trying to guide, to redirect you.
You don't need a friend who lies when they say they care.
But then doesn't pick up the phone,
After multiple words with them.
Situations getting old.
The soup I've made for you has gone cold,
The craziest thing is you still don't seem to care.
Don't brush me away, like I was lint on your shoulders.
When I was the lint that was always there.
My lint made all the clothes that you wear.
YOU ARE READING
Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
