My mom says I get sad at night because I'm tired
But I know that's not the case
Because I'm always tired
Its more about the fact that I miss it
Those late nights
Warm afternoons
Early morning shifts
Feeling so secure and wanted in your space
Welcomed
And until someone else provides that space you'll live rent free in my mind
Its been seven months
And the only thing I've accomplished is collecting more snapshots
Falling deeper
Investing more and more time and energy
And loving so hard if I called it love
You would run
But I really do
I see you
As you are
Perfectly imperfect
And you see me
However,
How I'm perceived
Im really not entirely sure.
YOU ARE READING
Poems From The Rooftop
PoesieAnother collection of poems is in order bc I'm in a creative writing class now. I'll share meh good ones here.
