Vents Hidden in Verse

someone there

A/N: another sad boi hours poem!

my friend told me about his life problems and i went, "huh, relatable." so i drew from past experiences to write this one. also yeah, another poem coming up specifically about the 4th stanza in this.

enjoy!

written January 20th 2020 at 7:53 P.M.

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what my buddy
said to me today
made me open my eyes
about my current situation.

"I realized on sunday
that i only liked other people
to hide the attraction
that i still feel towards him."

am i crazy?
or are the cracks on the wall
growing larger and larger
with every realization and revelation
that comes across my path?

am i crazy?
or are the nights that i spent
dialing up a complete stranger,
someone who i called a lover,
(just to be used,
a relation without a trace of evidence)
piling up on the desk
at which my detective heart works?

am i crazy?
or do i like this guy
that i have almost
nothing in common with
because of his personality?

or just because
i like having someone there?