Sometimes I'm bored.
Bored of life,
Bored of breathing.
But then I talk to my friends.
Sometimes things aren't so bad,
Sometimes things get worse.
We talk until two am,
We talk until we're tired,
We talk until we can't talk anymore.
I lay down, phone in hand,
Scrolling through contacts,
Deciding on whose name my thumb will land.
They pick up,
We talk
About everything
About pasts,
About futures,
About right now.
All I want to do is lay down next to them,
Look up at the ceiling,
And just talk.
Just feel close to someone,
Be able to feel them next to me,
Not just an illusion in my half asleep state.
And then I realise,
Maybe I'm just lonely.
Alone in need.
I want love,
I want care,
I want to feel somebody there.
I don't want to be alone anymore,
But for now,
All I can do is lay down and talk.
Because,
At least they listen,
My friends.
They can't kiss me,
Can't love me,
In that way.
But they care
Enough about me,
To make me feel like staying here.
They give me reasons to smile,
And reasons to cry.
I really don't want to say goodbye.
Though I haven't found love,
I'm not bored anymore.
Maybe that's why I cherish my friends the most of all.
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I'm sorry this is crappy.
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Random Thoughts and Other Things
PoesíaJust a book of some of my thoughts, ideas for books I've had and just anything that comes to my mind. Please don't copy, if you get inspired from any of these I'd love to read your interpretations ^_^
