He is responsible.
Responsible for what he makes me dream.
The reason why I'm acting paranoid.
I'm always having delusional conversations.
With the imaginary him.
That lingers in my head 24/7.
Emotions are going bonkers in my head.
How I wish I can just shut them up.
But of course that isn't impossible.
Sometimes I'm high in the clouds.
Other times I'm laying on the ground.
Hopeful but then hurt.
And it will repeat itself.
Tomorrow I will stop but then I will start.
I'm telling you, he has got me paranoid.
YOU ARE READING
A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
