The strange this is this hate
Blooming from my heart,
Grown from nothing.
I'm only making assumptions,
And I know that's not fair,
But you make it
So easy to feel hurt
By all the little things,
All the simple times
You are never here.
And maybe it's really nothing,
But I can't believe
You're that oblivious.
And maybe you really mean it,
But I can't believe
You're that uncaring.
And maybe it's all in my head
Because I can't believe
My version of reality.
YOU ARE READING
Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
