Love Simple, yet beautiful The flow and dart of Upstream fishes Fighting the current I see it around me In texts and hearts and Casual conversation But it is not casual And I do not have it Empathy is slipping out of reach Similar But all too different. You like heat Standing in the sun your head up Children's things Music Don't touch my hand Shy away because It's Me And I am not enough I'd like to think I hate everyone But I think I just don't know how to interact with people
Started out depressing, ended up Soul Eater. This is why I don't write poetry.