talking to you
is like talking to a brick wall.
i know you hear me
but you never reply
so i stop talking
afraid that i've bored you
or
made you angry
or
thinking you just don't care.
it makes me feel lonely
even when i stand in front of you
i want to hug you
but you're a brick wall
you don't want to be hugged or loved
so i just stand
and hope that you see me
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blossoming out of black holes
Poetrywe all have people in our lives who take more than they give. who hurt us and call it love. i've named that person the "black hole." i haven't blossomed yet, haven't gotten away from my void. but i'll let you know when i do. until then, this...
