caring but no sharing
airing but no daring
the lackluster experience
of caring for you but being left out
i wish i could count on you
without a shadow of a doubt
but i can't believe that you care
it just
feels
like you don't.
if it really matters that much
i guess i can just move on
from caring towards my friends
you stress it's simply preference
and i accept that
but i think about you
i know you exist
i recognize stuff i think you might like
i tell apart the things that match you
and i make it my mission to atleast care
but ive been falling down on that
not asking you personally how you are
what's been happening
what ails you
even if that's the case
i want you to know i still care
i just suck so bad at showing it.
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
