how is it possible that someone can be as fucked as I am?
how is it possible that I can have so many flaws while you have practically none?
how is it possible that I can't fall asleep at night and it's the easiest thing for you to close your eyes?
how is it possible that I'm scared of waking up and you're scared of not opening your eyes?
how is it possible that you're happy and I couldn't be more depressed?
how is it possible that you're over me but I'm not over you?
how is it possible that I'm still crazy in love with you and you've completely forgotten about me?
I can't tell you how, but it is possible. in fact, it's happening right now.... 💔
YOU ARE READING
Blurbs of Thoughts
Poetryi'm not sure what this is, but i hope it's something, for someone. i write for you, and only you, whoever you may be.
