You’re not an obsession.
You’re really not.
The dreams and heart palpitations
The labored breathing and tears
The crimson
Its not you, it’s me.
If anything it’s my family problems; maybe school.
Not you, though, no way.
All those days I spent curled up in a daze
Staring blankly at the dented wall
Picking mindlessly at my red woolen blanket
Yet deep in thought about…my dog.
Yeah my dog.
Not about the short days we spent together
About what I should’ve said
Could’ve said
That’s silly. Childish even, right?
No??
Oh well you’re right, what was I thinking.
That was a stupid thing to say
Not that I care what you think
Or say
I honestly don’t.
Why?
Because you’re not an obsession
Really, you’re not.
So if you’ll excuse me
My red woolen blanket is calling.
I know its silly and sensless, but thats what makes it me. That's just how my brain works, i guess. Help me out, leave a comment:)
Comments
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I really liked this poem. I had a similar thing happen this summer. I hope that everything works out
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i think it is perfect! you said what you needed to say and that is what makes you YOU...good job here poet. thank you for sharing it. keep up the great work. peace and light, kp
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