Thursday, November 24, 2016


I long to tell stories
Uncomplicated, Gibberish
Would you care to listen?
Or would you confuse my silence with disinterest,
My stillness with boredom?

I am sorry I have no sweet nothings to whisper to you.
Call me unromantic. Full of myself.
Would you still believe me if I said I love you so?

I long to take those journeys
Unfiltered. Uninstagrammed.
Would you care to come along?
Or would it hurt because I smiled my smile at the stranger over coffee
And danced my dance. Rhythmless. Clumsy. Chaotic.

You think I am different.
Indifferent perhaps.
Would you still wrap those arms around me
And yet let me go?

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