Recently, I've found myself
Staring blankly into space.
Thinking about you.
About your smile.
Your kindness.
Your sincerity.
Even though it may be wrong.
I don't love you.
I just love the things you say.
I love the things you do.
And I especially love the way you make me feel.
There's so many things I love about you.
But I don't love you.
I think . . .
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PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
