it's hard to talk to you. well, no, it's not - conversation with you flows more naturally than breathing - but I think that's what scares me. that we'll keep talking every hour of the day, every day of the week, and one day you'll be bored of me. there's only so much to talk about in the world and i'm not the best company. i can't make good jokes and i don't know how to keep conversations going. i take hours to reply because i don't want you to text me back right away. i need a few minutes to think of a reply and i can't do that if you expect me to say something worth reading every few seconds. it's private and it's intimidating because i know that we're bonding between the two of us, and if i mess something up, no one's here to notice. i'm not someone who you can talk to for days on end because the fact is that i don't like talking to you. it's too much pressure, and i can't handle it. but the longer i go without opening your notification, the harder it is to face it again. the harder it is for me to come up with an excuse as to why i read the message, typed out my reply, erased it, and ignored it for four days. it's hard for me to get close to you, because i can't do it through a phone. everyone has a best friend, a ride-or-die who they go to as soon as something happens, but i don't have that. i don't want to rope you into a conversation that you don't want to have. i don't want to annoy you. i don't want to ruin the shallow relationship we have because of something so little as a text and i would rather risk you getting bored of me not replying than getting bored of me while i'm trying.
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PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
