03 Jun 2015
I'm not sure if it's a bad or good thing.
I can't do anything halfway or halfheartedly.
You love me or you don't.
I love you or I won't.
If I say I care I do.
I won't say miss you over the phone.
I don't fake feelings,
at least not for you.
When we fight you go for what hurts.
I only escape it when I sleep.
I'll wear your old T-shirts.
Every single word anyone has said on repeat.
Things for me to keep.
I don't want to lie and waste my time here.
I would be amazing as *beep*
Being what you say, like him is something I fear.
I wish I could take the leap,
into not caring
Or not knowing.
Lying on my bed in a heap.
I guess I'll always be a coward with regrets and fears, I'm not as confident as I let on. I'm scared that when I go, I won't have done everything that needed to be done.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
