My oven was on preheat for you early
Leaving me uncomfortably warm
Hoping no one noticed
I still hope no one notices
I still sit in the middle trying to gauge the group
But I'm exhausted
So exhausted
And everyone needs a cool spot or a hot spot without warning
Every time I'm preheating I'm also waiting for it to be wrong
Every time I cool down I'm intensely worried I won't be ready
YOU ARE READING
for now
Poetrypoems for this time and to an incredibly beautiful girl. a reminder that people are mostly good. feelings are mostly good. life is good and life changes every day. Feelings protect you, and it's okay not to be okay.
