Seeing what you wrote makes me want to write,
A poetic back and forth, if you will;
And I have all these words (the ones you'd like)
But I'd probably spill them all to shove them back in
Feeling what your words make me feel,
Makes want to be seen, to see whether I'm one of the many
Who fell in these words probably never to rise again
Or whether I am the one who stands out on your periphery
This is the problem with my ***, or maybe just me
I feel too much and hope too much
So while you go gallivanting with the bad broken pretty boy vibe
I'll just sit here and think of the words I'll never say to you
While hoping, maybe I'm the one you think of