What if I stop reaching;
Will you still care?
I know my tendencies
but there's something different in the air.
What if I stop talking;
Will you hear the end?
Nothing is broken yet
but I feel there's something to mend.
I don't know the extent of your heart.
I don't know if you have much to give away.
What I want from you is simple, really.
Maybe it's because it comes to me naturally.
Am I selfish?
Do I ask too much?
Am I talkative?
Do I not do enough?
Am I not considerate?
Do I give off jealousy?
Am I too boring?
Do I not offer what I ask?
I think I'm fine.
Would I be fine without you?
No.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
