Why is my mind doing this
Bringing up the past
Thoughts of
You're not getting bored
Are you?
I'm not too much
Am I?
Sorry
I just worry
You're just gorgeous
In my eyes
The only beauty
I crave
To have around
I keep thinking about you
Only to instantly dismiss it
I fear falling for you
I don't wish to get to that point
The point where I fear
Losing you
I don't know
At this point
I feel that
I just want you
To claim me
Make Me Yours...

running from pain
hiding from truth

catching you up
confronting denial.

this is where I live
I’d ask you in
but it’s a mess

wanted to knock on his door
and ask him to come out to play
but what if his dad answered
and what if he said, oh ok  ..

only writing because
like bukowski said
only if you have to
will it be any good