The most confusing thing
I can't decide if I'm really good friends with you
Or if I want more
I laugh at your jokes
I can keep up with your sarcasm
Actually it's kinda our thing
A lot of things are our thing
So I continue to internally debate
What do I want?
I'm afraid if I want more that you won't
We go together so well
Our seamless conversations
The fact we both share the same beliefs
For once I share the same beliefs with someone I'm fond of
Your hugs are one of the things that make me feel warm and cozy and safe
You feel constant
Sturdy and dependable
Your voice is amazing
You are so authentic
I just wish I could see a clear answer
YOU ARE READING
Alexithymia
Poetry(n.) difficulty describing feelings toward other people A mixture of poetry and late night thoughts by yours truly
