It hasn’t reached love yet
but I am sure its there.
spending massive amount of time lately
sharing minimal amounts of me
I am not sure if I even like you.
but the need is for you to like me
I never opened up to any one before
anxiety kills, what do you think of me?
I don’t know the last person I entrusted
twisted dark fantasies 808s and heartbreaks
spiraling emotions, dry humor and Sarcastic
approach to life.
Ive always cared, but noticed when those before
never cared back
Makes chance kinda awkward
trying a little bit harder
to share the whole sum of my soul
its real hard when you don’t know
if the page can handle
the mirrored ink
then again its just me
listening to the rhythm
of my thoughts
contemplate whether or not
I can be friend to a verse