It is difficult to write with a heart as molten as mines
It is difficult to write with a mother hovering behind your left shoulder on the phone with her lover who I know means nothing good

I know he doesn't.

Don't ask me why because when I get into anything I start feeling so much and I am trying to not be a sponge anymore and I don't know if this makes sense but I understand it. I know and I am trying

I almost emailed you a link to my page so you could see that I've been writing poetry about you for years. But no one knows about me on here. Literally no one. And maybe I will keep it like that.

I don't have any followers and I'm grateful for the lack of pressure.
I do have likes and comments and I am so pleased about that. I'm pleased as cheese. I'm pleased as ****.

I hope you're thinking of me. I hope you call.
No one can call me crazy anymore.
Nobody at all.
Not even me