When I'm with you I never feel like I owe you a sorry
A long winded apology
Because those have become my specialities
Spewing through my mouth as easily and softly as the common salutations
You don't expect me to be perfect in any way
You just sit and I talk
And you listen
And it makes me feel so much less alone
And we were not meant to be together
And that's my favorite part
We both accept that it will never grow past friends
And you deserve all the happiness in the world
And so do I and I thank you for giving me the chance to find it all
And I'll enter the world with you by my side
But a space in between us for the ones we truly love
And I cannot thank you enough for letting me be the piece of shit I am
For letting me text you four times in a row
For accepting my unnecessary hatred of capital letters
And for accepting me as your friend
Go find your happiness love
And I'll go find me
Thank you for the opportunity of you by my side
And I hope we each find someone to fill this empty air between us
YOU ARE READING
My Kitchen Sink
PoetryAre you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless. -Twenty One Pilots This is my worthless writings, for a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me. Stay street.