it's not the way you talk
it's your tone
the way you type
the way you can have me a mess
with such few words
that's how I know if I can be submissive with someone
unfortunately
it's also how I know
when I can fall for someone
you make me feel smart
and complicated
but also understood
,
and while this is not a love poem
it's a confession
an admission
of feelings
either way I suck at these
I want to be in your arms
how could I not?
you offer to spend a couple of days with me
while my dad flies across the country to see a woman of whom he claims is the one (after a marriage in decay for the past 6 years)
offer to kill off my anxiety and keep me company
I'm such a stupid girl
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoetryWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
