Not Really a Poem
I wish I could let you see how empty I feel.
I don't hate myself, I hate the way I don't like myself.
This has not been an exclusive experience.
You could start a club.
I have been living the same pattern for years.
Everything and nothing changes.
I don't think I know how to be someone's someone.
The pressure to be there, when I'm barely there myself.
You are amazing.
I feel I burden you with my presence.
Slumming it to deal with my e.
I hate the way I make you feel.
All I've ever wanted you to be is happy.
You have great ****. I think about them more than I care to admit.
You are one of the most impressive people I've ever met.
You're an asset to logic and mankind.
You make me believe souls exist, yours is supermassive.
I don't think I could ever articulate how sorry I feel.
Copyright © Phill Thomas Shat | Year Posted 2018
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