I annoy myself
I annoy myself by always talking about you
I annoy myself by the feeling I get I my guts when u talk about her
I annoy myself when I wake up and realise that I dreamed about you . Again.
When I was younger , annoying was iothe worst insult somebody could have called me. I hated it , I still do. Annoying means just noch good enough . Just a bit too much of everything. Now I have too much of you and too less of myself
I am still annoying
I am annoyingly in love
And it fuckiny annoys me
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryWhen the pain is real the words come clear For Lara my inspiration , the absolut kindest my best friend and family . Ily .
