October 5, 2022
One thing I never know if I have misread
The moments where I believe someone cares even a little
Or the days I lay awake thinking over a conversation
Do they love me?
Did I misread?
Am I unloveable or unable to love?
Will I ever know?
Will I dye alone?
Do people feel the same energy towards me as I feel in the morning?
Or is my confidence dyeing with me?
How will anyone ever love me when I overthink the little things?
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Poems I write In the Dark
ПоезіяPoetry I write in the darkest of times. If you went through a breakup and it tore you apart or you feel like you're always alone, you might be able to relate to this poetry. I'm an overthinker and so I end up making things a little more painful than...
