you're never really the type
to speak too much,
you aren't even showy,
never really liked touch,
sometimes i just feel tired
with all the constant chasing,
with always having to tell and ask,
all the constant alluding,
sometimes i wonder,
do i show my love too much?
have i always been intense?
should i just sit and watch?
looking at you,
guy described as nonchalant,
oh, to be as laidback as you in this relationship,
maybe that's what i should want,
it's draining to be the only one showing affection,
while the other just sits and watch,
my god, make me feel loved//
i beg of you, that's all i ask.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
