How important you are to me, yet how little I seem to be.
How excited I am to talk with you.....yet how dutiful reading my messages seem to be.
I adore you and make a world around you, but I am like every normal guy you meet across the streets.
I check up on you to know how you're doing, but not once would you say the word hi first.
Here I come, evolving from naivety and ignoring the ones I once valued, not caring and forgetting the ones who meant the world. With every memory I ignore a part of my sanity goes too.
But I am done adoring ones who saw me as nothing.....
For Once I care more about making me a better me and ignore the you I once considered great.
YOU ARE READING
Genesis
PoetryI wept... Because he found something he never had, And he lost it... Because it left the moment it was found.
