Oh Well

I've got a lot of things to do, 
But I'd rather sit and think about you 
The saddest thing is, 
It's not like you do so too
 
A weight of emotion sitting in my chest,
The burden is as heavy as lead,
I'm tired of carrying; I always want go to bed 

A lot of messages that should be deleted,
I know they shouldn't be gone back to and reread 
Yet, I went through them on Telegram,
Right after checking, for the thousandth time, 
Whether you're active on Instagram
In our relationship, romantic or not, 
I've always been Cat, and you've Sam

Right now, my mind's in a knot
It's feels as though my heart's been left to rot
Nobody gave me lessons about love,
It's dangers, I was never taught 
My brain and heart;
I can't count how many times they've fought 
I would enjoy inner peace,
If only it was something that could be bought 
Love used to be something I persistently sought, 
I still do, but it's become a battle that's almost impossible to fight, 
I go to bed with memories every night, 
Thinking about those fantasies; remember when they used to be the light..
..in the tunnel of our relationship where I didn't know left from right
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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