a pleasant tornado of emotions

I don’t care about feelings.

But I care about yours.

I don’t care about people.

But I care about you.

Most of the time I fake my emotions.

But I don’t around you.

I had a nightmare last night.

You were there,

You smiled and turned away.

I know it isn’t true, but I still doubt.

I don’t want to love.

But I love you anyway.

I’ve done some stuff. Bad stuff.

But in a way, I didn’t mean to.

I know that I’m clingy.

I’ll get better.

I know I’m depressed.

But I’ve been talking to people.

I know this poem isn’t good.

I know it doesn’t rhyme.

But it means more to me than anything I’ve ever written.

I’m sorry.

Author Notes: I really hope you didn’t read this. It’s not even really a poem, just everything I’ve bundled up inside of myself. Have a good day.

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