Some poems

Where are you when I need you, Indiana Jones

So this poem probably (definitely) sucks, but lol no one reads this anyway so....

(p.s I'm not in love with Indiana Jones I promise)

(p.p.s. I hate this poem because its gross and cheesy and cliche (and cringy))

but read it anyway so i feel validated plz

okay, on to the poem:

I don't know how this keeps happening

I seem to only attract those who don't care.

My heart is easy to find, though locked in its shackles

When they realize the key is at the end of another hall

Filled with trouble; guards, crumbling floors,

They tend to turn with a wave, or with silence

And leave all their progress behind

They never seem to see me waiting at the end

Of that hall, sitting patiently, holding the only key left to find

I can't exactly complain, the only people who get to the key,

Tend to be the ones who stay, so if i keep the key away

From them i never have to worry about who ventures down the hall,

Whether they'll take advantage of the key, or hold it as precisely as those before

I remember the moment when someone tried, he looked down the hall,

I thought he wouldn't see me, but he did. He even waved at me, like he had the

Intention to actually try to get there. But he walked a few steps forward,

Watched the floor fall beneath his right foot. Looked back to me

And smiled that small smile, telling me he's sorry, he can't do it

If i can't even build a little bridge for him if i really wanted him to make it across

Then why would he risk a fall, for something i didn't even want.

I know that i don't need to find someone now, but it sure as hell felt good

When someone tried to take on the hall. Or even when they find their way to it.
All anyone wants is to believe they are loved. I don't even need love

Just someone. Who doesn't think im annoying when i try to get his attention

When i can't not talk to him, because well it's nice to. I wish that they understand

That i don't know how to fix the hall, and i can't even imagine how to build a bridge.

But one day, and it won't be soon, but someone will look at me at the end of that hall

And walk as if he can fly, all the way to the other side.

Crossing falling floors, and spiky walls, and angry guards, and make it to me,

I'll hand him the key, and maybe, just maybe, when he unlocks my heart, he'll keep it safe 

Yooo this is how I procrastinate college apps. putting my shit poems onlineeeeee