An illusion of the girl you like
She doesn't wish to break it
She's confident she likes you back
But unsure of how he'll take it
Though it feels so right
She imagines somebody yelling that it's wrong
She's conflicted
Between what is safe and what she wants
She is used to thinking
What do the shapes in the clouds mean?
She wouldn't know
How to look at a clear sky
With you I get the butterflies
With him, I get what I expect
I know that I've got him
How long could I have you?
How many months do you want me
Every day?
Is it worth the risk
To go from green to red
YOU ARE READING
Evanesco
PoetryWriting about depression, bipolar and confusion. From personal experience from when I was swallowed in darkness and failed to see the light all around me.
