been quite a while
since i've been able to figure out those bits of friendship
not because it's been gone but just-
not seeing someone and being busted with others i-
i thought i lost people.
threads coming away from the surface,
always loose
if only i had known -
thoughts of mine should become a reality.
it was always them
they never wanted me never cared never needed anything
d i s a p p o i n t m e n t .
you- one of the few constants in this never ending equation of madness
the one i can vent to when the dork just can't possibly understand
because no matter how much i tell him the little pieces of me he'll never really truly know what i've been through-
you know.
thank you.
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philophobia
Poetryit isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015