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Jan 2018
Sometimes i wonder
"Do i really love you?"

Somethimes i tell myself
"You do."

Sometimes i forget
The good time we've had
And other times i just forget it all.
Like I was hit with a bust of amnesia

Were they not good times?,
Was it my mind telling me..
He's just not the one?

Was it me forcing myself with you extracting the careful collection of the extrordinary enzyms to flow, eventhough the pores of them were stuck?

What am i doing?
Im doubting myself
Im doubting you.

Why cant i just learn to love you..
Maybe i do... idk
Maybe i just dont fit with you
Maybe the puzzle pieces of our past, present and future aren't matching up
Like a two differnt puzzle games
Is that all?


There isnt one happy thing I've written about you
But the first happy thing I've written isnt involving you.

I just want to be happy..
Maybe it isnt right now
Maybe its just not with you.
Written by
She-She
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   Lior Gavra
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