I am not sure how to start this poem off
you see my head is juggling my insecurities and my confidence at the same time
everytime we speak I feel this distinct connection
Sometimes I think that you might feel the same way
sometimes I think I can't read
between these lines my heart's a machine
don't lie, dangerous like gasoline
oh my
being left on seen
dont cry
I am not fifteen
Am I?
call me a drama king
don't die
i think im changing
like hair dye
Your hair has forever changing colors
I would never call us lovers
but I think i'm living a fantasy
stuck in an alternate reality
think your bringing this out of me
think I am in a trance undoubtedly
Thinking of what I could be
to catch your eye stand in front of me
My heart is making up artificial emotions
going through the motions
To not feel dead inside
artificial hair dye
I think it's pretty obvious
of who this is about I do not need an audience
this poem is not meant to be said out loud
think i'm gettin nauseous
I feel like to you i'm just another face in the crowd
need a way out of this
It's raining i got shampoo in my eyes
burning up I can't get rid of this hair dye
I don't want to come out as a creep
i just hope you see
my intentions aren't as bad as they seem
I feel like this is a test
I don't want you to think I am obsessed
I just want you to understand that I appreciate our conversations
even if we don't have much of a foundation
There are things i have yet to discover
The thought of being rejected makes me shudder
so I try to hide the best I can
thinking that I'm sinking in quicksand
I get it you are a busy person
and I have definitely not earned it
My heads telling me to leave it and burn it
but trust me I am earnest
your words make my heart skip beats
But I bet I am just one out of a hundred Beep beep
a real thing is what I try to seek
burning flames like the shirai ryu
Cant get rid of this Hair dye Cause I don't mind you
