Lost in the mess I called my mind.
You were my map.
Fighting the war I called love.
You were the enemy.
Listening to the tune of our I love yous.
You were the melody.
In the vast nothingness of my life.
You were my something.
When I stood alone in a crowded room.
You were my someone.
You were my someone.
You are my someone.
My someone.
But when your mind was a mess
I was your backup map.
When you fought love
I was the one you shot down.
When you listened to love tunes
It was never ours.
You were never alone in the crowded room.
I was never your someone.
I was never your someone.
Oh god let me be your someone.
Your someone.
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Hyacinths & Biscuits
PoesíaCarl Sandburg once said "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." Enjoy this collection of poems, text messages, diary entries and more. Starting from age 15, and continuing to this day.
