(L. b.)
Till now,
I still don't know how you feel about me.
You say you need me,
You say you can't do without me,
You say we're just friends.
I can't keep living in a deja vu
- A dream.
I need to know where I stand in reality,
Before I fall flat on my face.
When that happens,
I really don't know,
How I'd be able to fix myself back together again.
I am really tired of my heart being used as a puzzle;
I'm done playing this game.
I just can't keep reaching for the clouds,
When there is nothing there for me.

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Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]
PoetryA Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"