there's too much going on
there's no time for me to be with you
i'm here and you're there
and i seem to have found another view
there's someone else i've felt something for
but we've done nothing but talk and cuddle
but it feels like more and it eats me inside
one look from the other and i'm a puddle
i still love you
i promise i do
(This is unfinished, all the way from 2018. I can't do it justice to finish it, so I'll post it the way it is. A snapshot of a rough time in my life, now frozen as this piece that will never be finished.)
YOU ARE READING
poetry of the confused soul
PoetryJust stuff I write when I'm feeling stuff. Inconsistent and messy. For some background, this stuff varies from early teens all the way to present-day, in my 20s.
