isn't it just
the best thing
in the world when
you're waiting,
on edge, hoping
that they'll read
your mind somehow
and say exactly the
small thing you
want them to say
even though you
don't really expect
them to know what
you want them to say,
how could they know
what you want them
to say, but they do
and they say it, and
you want to cry and
giggle uncontrollably
like a mad man or
a child eating whole
bucketloads of sugar
because for once
everything is perfect
and they know you,
they know everything,
or at least it feels like
that, and yes, the
feeling will pass,
but for now the
world all around
you is perfect
maybe i'm the
only one who has
experienced such
a thing, such a
wonderful thing
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
