what am i doing
what am i thinking
i couldn't possibly
why do i
why
why am i thinking about doing that
not like i even deserve it anyways
to have love
to be in love
i
just wish i could help
i wish i wasn't such a fool
i wish i wouldn't be so
well, so clingy
so impressionable
we only spent a few hours together
and i
i feel something
and I don't know what it is
i don't want to be weird
i don't know if you even would like me
what if im not your type
and i say something wrong
and i do the wrong thing
and i just
why do i think all like this
im going insane and i don't want to hurt things
im so touch starved and deprived of love
i wish i could do things once again
that a couple would.
to hold eachother
hold hands
and i
i don't know if i deserve that yet
i don't know if i deserve to be happy with someone
especially someone
who's just gone through the same shit as me
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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
