ive outgrown my pretty jeans
but i feel smaller than ive ever been
your simple smile and stare
sees right through my act
and I don't ever want to hide things from you
but i remember when i felt like an animation
simply repeating, over and through the motion
and while i hear you sing your song
and tell me your thoughts
i could listen all night long
this is what it's like
to be alone on a sunday
remembering when i saw you just yesterday
i don't blame you for such a harsh fate
but you don't know what it's like to be nothing
not a thing to look towards, or hope for
here and not much else to provide for anyone
it's not that fun or jolly, my dear
and for that, i know you're going to be at peace
i wish i could be happy without you
simply from a fulfillment standpoint
but im glad you're here
with you, there's nothing i really fear
except losing you
i remember when i was 12 years old
with a girlfriend, and my home
couldn't get it through my dome
she never really loved me and tested me
jokes were just a cover
but you could never
and that's why despite all my problems
i trust you with my life
and nothing more or less
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 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
