I wanted to text you.
I wanted to.
I wanted to care about you again.
I wanted to.
I wanted to hug you.
I wanted to.
Big hence on the
"wanted to"
and how I didn't actually do it.
My anxiety wouldn't allow me to.
I couldn't walk up to you.
I couldn't type the words.
"hey , how are you?"
Or
"we haven't talked in awhile."
Anything-
"I'm still here for you."
Maybe this was a sign
from something
to do nothing.
I'm sitting here watching you have the time of your life,
while I'm here dying because I want to talk to you.
Maybe it was a sign, because
You. Don't. Care.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Thoughts
PoetryA collection of poems that describes my thoughts better than I can do verbally. The poem "Fallin' Heros" can be read both vertically and horizontally. With that being said spacing is weird due to needing it to be perfect in order to read it correctl...
