I just stare into space
sometimes,
to make up for the silence
I put on the table

I create so many scenarios
in my little brain
but when my body gets around to doing it
I get stuck.

Each word dragging itself up my throat
My legs crawling with each step
I can't. seem. to. hold. proper. conversations.

Or at least conversations I hoped to have.

I often just repeat the same few topics
over
and
over
again

Because my brain has this thing
where it runs out of topics
faster than concert tickets
minutes after they are released

and I am left standing there
silent
desperately trying to come up with something
but I can already see that I am slowly losing you

Sometimes, I give up
It's either I walk away first
Or I just watch you walk away
//goodbye.

I'm sorry
I'm not boring okay?
I promise
I just have difficulty expressing
the colourful and vibrant
emotions I have
it's there...
just
wait for me okay?

I'll manage one day