05-18-2015, 05:39 AM
You came to class drunk.
I know we aren’t speaking,
but you were, are, my
First.
I want to know what is wrong but...
she tells me this is normal.
This is not normal.
You got a tattoo yesterday…I’m worried.
You said you were past it, but is anyone really past it?
I’m not.
You said you didn’t like me,
like that,
but I like you, like that.
Can’t I still be worried? Can’t I still love you?
Will you ever let someone love you?
I know we aren’t speaking,
but you were, are, my
First.
I want to know what is wrong but...
she tells me this is normal.
This is not normal.
You got a tattoo yesterday…I’m worried.
You said you were past it, but is anyone really past it?
I’m not.
You said you didn’t like me,
like that,
but I like you, like that.
Can’t I still be worried? Can’t I still love you?
Will you ever let someone love you?
Sometimes I feel like writing poetry and sometimes I watch Netflix. No judging.