you make me wonder
how someone can be so simple
yet so
very
very
very
complicated.
the miniscule reasons
the silence that strikes me
the edges you tread on -
I never know if you're really okay.
troubles lurk behind the okay
fear lies beyond I don't know
you are behind I don't care -
does it ever get old for you?
hating the system
hating people
hating everyone
everyone except for me?
that's what you say.
it bothers me.
I want you to be okay.
I want to make you okay.
okay?
YOU ARE READING
philophobia
Poetryit isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015
