I don't know what to do anymore.
I never had you but I feel like
I've lost you.
I debate texting you
Because I'm too scared to
Be ignored
My brain is as delusional
as my heart
I'm hurting and it's not your fault
It's mine, I know you won't see me or want me or need me but I keep trying because.
Because.
I fucking like you .
And I'm confused.
You told me I complicate things but when I ask how
You shut the conversation down, I don't know what to do.
Is this poetry? No.
Is this confusion? Yes.
But sometimes, what's the difference.
YOU ARE READING
anxiety is killing me.
Poetrybroken hearts, love, tortured past. Ya know, the usual for poetry. Read with an open mind . I also know this won't make it into the Wattys but worth a shot.
