sometimes I want to ask,
why me
why are you still interested
when you could have so much more.
you wouldn't need to deal with
my insecurity
my stubbornness
my anxiety
my sadness
and all the other things that make my mind a difficult place
I never ask
because our minds
are thinking the same things
and we complete each other
in a way we will never fully grasp.
YOU ARE READING
wilting
Poetryjust a couple poems I started working on, figured I might as well let you know I'm not dead and I do still exist
