Author's Note:
This was the very first poem I ever wrote and it was about W (We'll call him 'W')'
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Falling in love should be a team effort. I am tired of falling in love by myself. I have dove into the shallow end of that pool so many times, that my concussions haven't completely gone away. See, my mind is blurry. I can't tell if I'm your friend, or if you have the same feeling in your chest that I have everyday. I want to know if when you see me, you see more than my skin. I want to know if my imperfections make me perfect to you, yours do. And I know that your heart is preoccupied, and she's got it all, but I'm wondering if I ever cross your mind. I'm wondering if you think about me, at all. I am in the middle of the deep end and I don't know how to swim. The word love, is a grenade rigged with barbed wire; I avoid it at all costs. No matter how much I dodge and re-strategize, I keep getting hit with the grenades, all signed by none other than the Knight himself. And while I sit and listen to the Piano Man sing, my thoughts drift back to you. My thoughts drift to the one who doesn't know how much he means to me. I indulge in thoughts of how our post adolescent existence, would be a Candy Land perfection. I think of how you deserve a woman you can show off. You deserve a girl better than I.
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Chutes and Ladders: Vol. 1
PuisiThis is a collection of my poetry over the past year. It's a very intimate thing for me to share; every word has a back story. I hope you enjoy
