My problem is that I try too hard.
I have a lot of doubts and worries right now.
I fear that because I pushed you out, you've taken that as a sign and decided I wasn't worth your time. Because I wanted time out alone, because I handle it all differently, I fear you've taken that as a sign to back off. Honestly I don't want you to.
I want you to stay and continue with the messages, with the constant talking. I want the comfortability to return.
I do know, that in time I will have to endure this. For real. I won't always be in your heart, you'll replace me as your go-to.
It will sting.
I crave for you, I think you think I pushed you away but I really haven't. I wish for what we had. Had being key.
The past.
You've hurt me.
I didn't hurt you, I didn't think that I did.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryTo be completely honest, it's just a load of randomly plucked words from the air, infused together with some punctuation and their job is to represent the bunch of emotion I, - a tired, caffeine filled, late night worker- threw together in hopes tha...
