When I write,
It's not so he can read it.
It's not for my friends to read
It's not for my teachers
My acquaintances
My enemies.
I don't want
People to see me.
I don't want
People to read this.
If it's people I don't know
But trust more than people I do know anyway
Then, why not?
But if you share it
With someone I do know
It kills everything in me.
The reason I write
Is to vent.
So I vent about the people I know.
That means
I never want them
To read this.
Two kids
The song
The beat
The rhythm
You know the rhythm, don't you?
Pulling you up
Pulling you to me
Out there
I know it's scary
Couldn't we let go and not care
Just for tonight?
Giddy is the exhilaration
Thinking about you
Getting excited
For what, I don't know
Counting down the days until I can see you again
(Summer is hard)
Reading love stories
Listening to love songs
I cried.
I looked at the photos,
The Polaroids,
And I cried
And cried
And cried.
I couldn't feel anything.
My heart was bleeding
And I couldn't feel it.
I cried
Emotionless
Comments
Very relatable.
Thanks!
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