i was so sick of small talk
so i shared with you my theory
about the world and the people on it
and i was so curious
about what your mind held,
all your thoughts and your ideas
but instead i was simply met with
silence.
i open up so much so quick
whenever i can feel myself falling
because i feel that my thoughts
are the most interesting thing
about me. i want you to be intrigued
and fascinated and curious
but you never seriously opened up to me
never laid it all out on the table
maybe because you want to
keep me waiting at that table
but a part of me wonders,
maybe you've already laid it all out,
just somewhere else.
YOU ARE READING
i wish that i never // ramble "poetry"
Poesíaso i thought i only had enough feelings for one poetry book but well i guess not these poems are going to be less about the past and more about the present, and maybe a little more specific and personal. so, i've returned with all of the emotion an...
