My Poetry

You. Her.

It's 10:31 pm.  August 28th.  2019.

We've talked everyday but it doesn't feel the same as being there.

A part of me wishes that you didn't love me.

It would've made the move so much easier.

I had dreams you know, dreams about you, and how everything between us was a lie.

How it was all just some cruel joke, but I think you actually love me.

Everyone says it.  They all talk about how long we've been together and how you look at me.

I love you.

I really do.  I love you so much that it pains me sometimes.  

But you can be a dick, like I mean, everyone can be sometimes.

But it's been hard.  It's been easier with the weed and ... well with her.

I love you.  I do.  But if anything were to ever happen between us, then, I don't know.

My head is starting to get foggy.  I can't focus on just one thing anymore. 

You. 

Her.

You.

Her.

Maybe I am Poly.  I don't really know anymore. 

I just know that I don't want to lose either of you.  

I love you both so much.

You because I've known you for years.  I always had a crush on you.  Then we finally got together.

Her because she's my best friend.  She's helped me through everything since moving.

I don't know what to do anymore. 

I just want this to stop.  I just want my head to be clear once again.

That's all I want.