I’m overthinking I want to tell you something maybe whisper it to you but you’re too busy I waste your time I fill your head with pointless reflections — you said, “it’s not good” you lose interest but you won’t tell me that no worries cause I see the shimmer fade and you slipping behind the end doors now it's me speaking while you count minutes and I, the introverted one, find myself talking to voids and corona’s glow
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Your poetic craft is evolving! There is so much subtlety in this one.
I’ve lived this.