I get it.
Love makes fools of geniuses.
Honestly meeting people is like 2 worlds colliding.
I sometimes am very anxious whenever I think you accept my calls or we speak for over a minute.
I pity myself sometimes due to circumstances.
I wanted to say many things.
I wanted to hear many things.
Would these gain me anything?
I will rely on experience not these poor expectations.
How many times have I gone on the ledge?
Alone at midnight.
With these thoughts and prayers.
My crafty plays to get a nibble. Which bait I cast I can’t use twice.
Will you be near next year?
Seek my heart. Search my mind.
A maze whose walls are filled with you.
I am not ready.
To let go or be seen.
I’m not ready.
To lose or be forgotten.
I best you.
Watch as I become an unshakable opponent.
Will you be by my side?
Or will i be your nightmare?
Don’t ever you say I never warn you.
That you knew not my potential.
For all alone I witness yours.
Give me my due as you stand near.
For if you walk away.
I cannot stay.