It's hard thinking that someone so close could be far away. That even though we sit together, his mind isn't with mine. I'm not desperate for attention, but I want to talk and be with him. I'm not a stalker for knowing things about him most don't. I don't stalk his social medias, I don't get jealous because he talks to other girls, I know one day he won't be mine anymore.
And I know it's going to hurt when he leaves me.
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PoetryThese are some poems, completely random type of poems. These are depressing, happy, and fun poems, hopefully you'll be able to relate to most of these. From my insecurities to the happiest days of my life, you'll see them all. The thoughts are hones...
