I'm trying though not hard enough to cultivate some friendship with you
you don't want to be friends with me?
That's fine but it will crush me
I don't know why you don't try
you unintentially keep me on the line
just let me go or tell me something
I don't already know
my nights are agony thinking of you is killing me
I don't want to try and
do i seem desperate?
well i'm not i just can't let you go
this much i got to do
but your hand is raised
protesting
but you give me no attention
give?
you take
you know youre my mistake
its like you are in a bush of roses with thorns digegd in your skin and flesh. it hurts when you sit still and it will hurt when you try to break free. but i think, moving on is the only option, or the thorns will grow deeper in the skin and flesh. be well. dont mind my two cents, hehe.
i am sad. so i am reading your poetry. it helps make me not so sad. thanks for existing. much love. me.
it is nice to have a place to come. where i know i will smile; in pain or in laughter. like i meen here is the place.