When I think of you I feel so alone.
This is too real that it seems fake.
It seems as if I imagined you myself and made you up in one of the silly scenarios I make up in my head.
It feels alone because I feel as if I'm just talking back to myself.
You're too perfect and it feels as if I'm just playing a joke with myself.
I feel like I don't deserve you.
How could this be real.
Is it fake?
I'm scared that you're just humoring me when I express myself.
I'm scared that you don't mean any of this.
Last time I opened up to my mom I was kicked out.
Last time I opened up to my dad I was hurt.
Last time I opened up to my friends I was alone.
Last time I opened up to myself I was left numb.
I hope you won't be my last time.
I was wrong.
He's my best friend.
I was wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Edit
PoetryThis is for when the original is not enough or satisfing. When change is wanted. When the finished product is not up to their standards. When your told to not be you. You can only be you not anyone else cause everybody else is already taken. And som...
