poems i write at 2 a.m. and decide to post

two

pain.

i feel it often,

but it's weirdly there when i think about

you.

i can't stand it

but it's so gratifying at the same time.

i love you

but i can't tell you

can't express it with those words

because i know you can't reply.

my head tells me that you love me

but i know you don't.

i wish it and i cope

but it's hard to think

when all it's about is 

you.

(A/N: i think i'm going to make this a poetry book at this point for just whatever comes to mind so if this gets updated a ton you're welcome for the weird brain poetry)