sometimes, i wish,
i could be the poem,
and not the poet.
-lee
the thrill of being loved,
by a writer,
must be so magical.
everyday you wake up,
with a smile on your face,
because they left you a message.
your smile,
then turns into a frown.
it's all a dream.
you're the writer again.
express yourself.
otherwise, you're unwanted.
you have no meaning.
0:47AM
everyone uses me, as they like.
i let them, because then
I at least have a meaning.
hug them,
so they feel better
and you still feel like trash.
support them,
so they support others,
and never support you.
0:57AM
you left me wondering.
why am i so unlovable?
am i just too much?
if so, i'm really sorry.
i never meant,
to scare you away.
you became my light,
i just couldn't hold back.
0:58AM
be careful,
once you talk to me,
you just might be stuck,
with an annoying girl,
who has,
attachment issues.
1:00AM
slow dancing in the kitchen,
with me, myself & i,
and the monster,
creeping in the back
of my mind!
01:03AM
that monster..
it's being rather weird today.
it crawled under my bed,
and is staring at me.
..
i think,
i really found comfort in it.
it really watches me,
all the time,
everywhere.
01:07AM
todays chapter is short, apologies!
see you next time,
at the core of my thoughts~
