it sounds obsessive- and i promise i'm not like that- but i'm starting to feel sad when you're not around.
i mean
we talk across the room in classes we share,
we call each other every night,
we talk about almost everything together-
there are no secrets,
except from mine.
i worry about what girls you're talking to
because i don't know how they feel about you;
i worry who's starting to like you
because i know i don't stand a chance;
i worry one day i'm going to be pushed aside
because i'm too scared to say anything.
and, if i'm honest, i don't think i'm important to you anyway.
and i'm sorry.
i don't want to be obsessive.
i'm just used to being pushed away, and if you push me away
i think i might break.
YOU ARE READING
him.
Poetryno name was mentioned but you thought of someone, didn't you? ...i definitely did. i think i always will.
