I'm lonely,
and my thoughts haunt me.
Though I feel like I want to be alone,
But fuck it, I don't know what I feel right now.
Do I love you?
Yes.
That's what ten thousand voices whisper into my ear.
Do I want to?
No.
That's what my mind's voice says loud and crystal clear.
And now I'm acting nervous,
My heart speeds up,
my voice keeps cracking,
and I hope that you don't catch it.
Why did I let it get this far?
How was I so calm before?
It's not like anything has changed, or has it?
And maybe this is just wishful thinking,
but you seemed nervous, too.
And I have no idea why,
but that made me happy.
YOU ARE READING
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...
