why do i WANT to cry
why do i feel the need to break down
maybe it's the comfort?
i just don't understand
but i won't do such a thing to you
even it feels so good
to let myself get helped and comforted
im really okay
i don't need it
im strong
i have a lot of willpower
ill be just fine, i promise
i miss the calls, the comforting
the telling of me to breathe
deep breaths
deep
inhale
deep
exhale
can't remember why i miss your name
can't figure out why i miss the date
i just want to spend time
with your ineffability
and let things go
i guess that's part of how things go
you say you don't mind
but I can't help the way things go
and i certainly won't stand for it
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
