Sometimes I feel like Jay Gatsby.
I have this image of you in my mind.
Standards that I wish you'd uphold.
Thought it's impossible because we can't relive the past.
Though sometimes I find myself wishing we could- wishing things could go back to exactly how they were, though we'd be our current ages.
I've got that version of you in my head, and I'm guessing it doesn't match up with the real version of you because - no matter what, you could disappoint me with your choice and I'll alter my own world for you.
YOU ARE READING
Can you feel this?
PoetryMy inner feelings. The ones I tell no one. The thoughts of you that pass my brain mostly - but if you can feel some of these things, some of these deep, twisted feelings. I'm sorry. You're not alone though. <3
