The second I look at you I can't breathe,
my anxiety goes insane,
I'm afraid of saying something completely stupid,
and ruining our chances.
If we even have any,
I'd hate for them to go to waste.
Maybe I think about this too much,
maybe I think about you too much,
if only I could stop.
But it's not that easy.
I care too much.
You're too important to me.
Far too important to be forgotten and tucked away,
like a childhood toy that has been given away.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
