i don't know how long
i can take being your friend
the love i feel for you
envelops my mind
there's not much else in the world for me
i believe that
when you're driving me home
you beg me to be something i am not
and you spew philosophies of an ignorant ideal
but i can only say i love you
if you keep me up forever
drawing out long hours on the phone
i'd never ask you to stop
just listen
until the words just turn to sleep
you're everything i wanted
a year or two ago
but it doesn't seem that you and i
and happiness and coexist
i just always wished it could
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
