By the way
I've been wanting to tell you
(I'll be very specific:
You spoke to me on a bench
Next to the swing
In a field
After the sun went down)
That I completely agree with you
If a person is boring
I lose interest
I leave them behind
And that's probably why I'm so afraid
Of holding on
You're like me, aren't you?
That night I was afraid
Listening to you describe how you
And your friends
Don't need anyone else
Because even though it was
Sort of like an introduction
It felt like a warning
One day I won't be good enough
Too often I wasn't good enough
Sorry I never told you that
YOU ARE READING
Storm Scars
PoetryVolume 01: i'm sorry you'll never read this you deserve to hear the truth you tried to lock up in me "honesty is a virtue" here's my holy sin lies folded in fairy tales you'd like to believe that, wouldn't you? - once upon a time, no fairy tale ende...
