he just comes when he feels like it
he'll pass, they say
but,
apparently he prefers to stay.
enjoying my company
but i can't say the same.
i just start to feel cold,
looking everywhere
but avoiding everything,
and again, the same old story is told.
i'll be the one to wait,
i'll calm when he goes
i'll be trapped if he returns.
sometimes,
i get little times of freedom.
repeat.
YOU ARE READING
MINE
Poetry|| in which an average girl simply tries to write down her messy and confusing thoughts ||
