why do i keep laying around,
wishing to see you again.
my mind wondering about,
wishing you believed me.
why do i crave security from the person who caused all my insecurities?
why do i crave comfort in the midst of all the chaos?
all i know is my body still craves you.
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Overthinking
Poetry"She was a giver. Always poured too much of love. Never realized watering a rock doesn't make it soft." - randomscribbler
