What's funny is how I can't stop.
Can't slow down and realize
That I can't have you as a prize.
What's funny is that you're wired in my head.
Never a passing fancy
But something sweet as candy.
What's funny is that I'm not as high up to you as you to me.
Always a perch or few down.
You never gave me the 1st place crown.
What's funny is that it's slowly making me decay.
Not seeing you but knowing you exist out of reach.
So yea, you're more like a sweet, alluring mind leech.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
