Why is that people only want you when they want something?
Whether it's you or some material they want, it is quite heartbreaking.
I am more than an object.
I'm a living, breathing being with feelings.
I can do more than what a chair can.
You can't "win" me.
I'm interesting.
I always have a joke in my pocket.
What desk can say that?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Why don't the people I want take an interest me and talk to me endlessly.
I want to hear what they have to say so badly.
Is that too much to ask?!
Why does this happen.
Everyone but the person you really want talks to you.
Thanks, world.
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I don't even know what this was. Thanks for reading, though.
-A. F. Grace
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Sidewalk Talks
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've written. These are just the things a quiet girl is too afraid to say in the moment. Some of the pieces are just made up stories, but most of them are based on personal experiences.
