my brain has been in a gray fuzz,
of dark storm clouds,
containing confusion,
with lightning bolts of hope.
you say how you're dating him,
and that he's such a perfect match to you,
but then you flip around,
and start talking with me,
and laying your head on my shoulder,
like i'm a pillow for you.
i'm confused,
you say you love being with him,
but there are feelings for me in there,
and that i'm your "fake boyfriend,"
and that when you and him break up,
i'll "sweep you off your feet."
frankly,
i'm quite confused,
am i a tossed away old rag?
or someone you want to be around?
i'm stuck in a state of confusion with you,
i've made my opinion clear,
i want you.
YOU ARE READING
magnolias and hellebores
Poetrythis is mainly just a collection of my poems that i write and i would like to just put them somewhere instead of keeping them in journals. also, they are all really bad, so its okay if you don't like them.
