I'm sorry
When I ask you if you're ok
A thousand and one times a day
It's just my brain
It's convinced me since the last time I asked
Things might have changed
I'm sorry
When I ask you questions
That spilled out of my mouth
And leave you to answer
To ease my mind
And wipe away the pain
It's just my anxiety
Makes me think day after day
That something is wrong
Because what if something is?
And you just say "it's personal"
I'm tired of chasing this thought
But it won't stop
Until I ask you
Are you ok?
Aman~~
YOU ARE READING
What's Between Me And Her~
PoetryThis poem delves into the theme of addiction, specifically focusing on the speaker's addiction to the dopamine rush that comes from receiving a message from someone they are infatuated with. The poem explores the intense feelings of withdrawal and p...
