Things i'll never say || small poetry

love, i guess??

you always were confusing. but i think that made me love you more, i guess? it sort of hurt the first time, the first time you told me it was a lie.

but then, why did i keep coming back to you?

i wasn't a dog, running to catch the feelings i so had for you, and i wasn't your pet. so why did i feel like everything i did, was to make you notice me? i thought that i needed you. at the time, you were paradise and i a lost sailor.

but now i see through the clouded, misty, veiling lies that you corrupted me with

and i think i'm free, i guess.

- an old mind