am i the problem
neither wants to commit but they want me
neither wants to be exlusive but they want me to be
neither knows the other exists
theyre the same but in different fonts
one loves loudly
the other hardly a whisper
but both hold my mind and my heart
it might be easier if one had hurt me
if one had acted like he didnt care
but they do and i do and i can't help but want them both
maybe i am the problem
and maybe for the moment thats ok
as long as everyone is happy
or until everyone isn't
YOU ARE READING
I miss him
Poetryhere lies a chronicle of grief, sadness, and personal emotion i hope it might make someone feel less alone
