this poem does not have a name not because of any particular reason but because i’ve become so lost and indesicive, how can i even sit down to think of a title?
i’ve forgotten what my love for him feels like but my rememberence of taking the training wheels from my bike may suffice i felt like the most powerful being after learning the concept of balance.
and maybe thats why i’ve left my love somewhere, tucked away because our communication has become unbalanced we seem to raise our voices at each other in anger, more than we raise our voice at each other by filling the sky with laughter. and it really hurts you’re supposed to be my best friend and nothing less but until i can find my misplaced feeling this poem does not have a name