I don't know what I'm doing here, I just thought I'd put these poems somewhere and maybe someone would enjoy.
There are a million places in the world for me,
but not one of them will house me for eternity.
I’ll be on the streets by the time the door closes,
yelling at the people; we’re all wilting roses.
I want a friendship but I don’t
Does that make any sense at all?
I just need a friend
You’re making it hard to speak without feeling like I need permission to breath
I don’t want to create another complicated layer to life by adding in someone that doesn’t understand