Is it the lack of phone access?
So I’m forced to become introspective and solemn
Questioning my choices and feelings
Thinking too much about the wrong people
And not enough about the right ones
Realizing I have too much love to share
But I give almost none of it to anyone
Feeling like my heart might explode from its cage
The cage I have built and layered with extra muscle
That serratus anterior is sure there for me...
These clouds remind me of the ocean
And I wonder if that too has many layers
Does going through each one cause turbulence?
Everything is suspended here
The perfection reminding me of how truly flawed I am
Not that I’d want to be anything else
But the reminder brings darkness
A bleak reality awaits me on the ground
Why do I love you?
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