I always say
the wrong things,
not what I want to.
I don't tell you how much
you truly mean to me,
how much I wish
I could.
Words escape me,
in the same way
that despair does
whenever you're around.
It doesn't matter what
this is -
only that you,
are here.
That's all that matters,
all that ever did.
as close as two coats of paint
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
