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May 2020
My insides are ripping me to shreds
Starting with my mind ending with my hunger
I so very deeply want more that I can’t stop
I’m not like you Jeff
I may feel just as hopeless but I think because you followed through I can’t follow you

What do I do on the days that I believe I can’t be your girlfriend?
On the days when I want to ask, “Can you dream a little smaller?”
What do I do when I believe I’ll only hold you back from what is good?
All I want is good
How can I ever ask someone to shoot for less
How can I ever dream that it’s okay to be with me
Because
It’s not
So what do I do

What do I do on the day when you confirm all of this
When you see it and agree
Ranita
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Ranita  29/F/Florida
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