I have waited,
for months to understand why I avoid your name,
when I dig through my memories of you.
And why it pains my chest to talk about you with people,
that don't understand our story.I have reread these passages wishing,
one day you will read them with me.
Because every thought of the future
includes you somehow.
Even though I probably know my expectations
will come back to disappoint me.I have avoided writing,
because I know as soon as
I pick up a pencil,
the only thing I'll write about is you.-------------------------------------------------
This might be my last poem for a while. Or maybe I'll post tomorrow. Funny how my head works and how my emotions change but that's just how I am.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryThis is mostly my poetry but some are not. My poetry is pure trash, but hope my random writing entertains you.