every poem

poem

i wrote all these poems

so i can stop thinking about you

what’s even the point though

when all i do is write them about you

i wish you could find yourself

then finally,

you’ll be able to find me.

and i’ll be waiting right here

with open arms.

my heart wants what it wants

and i want you

i wish i could get inside of your head

to see if it is me

that you want as well.

no matter how many times

you tell me you want space

you want to be single

have freedom

i try to make a deal with you

i wont take your no for an answer

or maybe im in denial.

ill accidentally spend my entire life waiting

the thought makes me sadder

you talking to me

made me feel like i was on cloud 9

like i was inside of a dream

disregarding all hurt i felt prior.

you brought me right back down to reality

and that the disrespect really happened.

i say the poetry heals me

but in every poem

my sleeve is exposed.