2 worlds

a poem im sorry im dramatic

what curse am i under

where i can’t think, of anything,

but your words

how can i think so much

of someone

who appeared

and vanished

so fast

you cut deep,

maybe too deep

now your words,

are in my blood

they run through my veins

i feel them intensely,

i think of them immensely,

is this how i must reach you now?

through mere pieces

of my heart

and mind

lingering in captivity

let me speak

my words burn on my tongue

with no place to go

i’m not sure what the fire

has to say

it has nothing to offer

but i believe

it wishes

to burn down

the walls

you imprisoned yourself within

is that possible?

do tell

but i’m guilty too

i’m selfish

a hypocrite

i can't ask that of you

when i think my walls

may be just as high

and built so very wrong

my mind is a nonsensical place

if i let you in there

if i let you read my mind truly

you wouldn’t wish to be there

i’m not the girl i wish i could be

the comfort you found in me

i found in you

just as much

i speak a language

of words

that feels foreign to most

but in it

i feel you are fluent

you walk your own road

in your own world

so different from mine

but still our paths

have intersected

i really did feel our eyes lock

instantaneously

i wonder if you did too

i feel weird now i know you read what i write but what im trying to say is i appreciate you D and that you spoke my language back to me, i think we both have things we don’t talk about and i’m sorry we can’t know each other more :/ i actually think it might be the other way around from what you said, i don’t want to you to deal with my shitty covered shoes boy you deserve more! and i mean that in all aspects i hope you know that!

if you ever want to message me you can but don’t feel obligated i understand.