Become not the longing to be seen
but the scene itself

I don't want to be cared about,
I want to care about someone.
To rip my soul apart for someone.
But it's like my heart wasn't made to care.
And people weren't made to be cared about.

My words are never complete,
poems always half finished.
I’ve deleted more then I’ve saved.
When I post my poems they’re never quite finished.

My mind is a mess,
My hopes never realized.
My dreams left unaccomplished.
When I speak to you my words are always half hearted and half complete.

I love you more from a far. I love you more in theory.

I really dont know
How i feel at all, but i
Want to feel loved please.