It's something I don't understand myself.
Maybe it comes with a certain trust.
I don't know how or why I trust you, I just do.
Break my trust, then eff you.
We don't talk, but for some odd reasons, I feel like you're listening.
Poetry is an x-ray. It takes two souls, the one who writes it, and for the other person who understands it. Maybe we are just greater together at a certain distance.
I like the way how you threaten my senses, after all this time.
After all the absence, after all the confusion.
Whatever it is, this thing I feel.
Whatever it is, the little things that you do.
Whatever it is, we both don't clearly understand.
I just want you to know,
You have this part of me. This side of me who writes confessions at 2 am.
You don't have to keep it, but it's yours.
I've never liked being starightforward. I like wasting time if it makes me feel something else.
To quote queen Alanis, "I'm brave but I'm chicken shit".
-E
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