Writings By Me

This must not be real

You’ Me

It must have been made up

A fantasy

I feel so deeply

Connected’ Concrete

Like something is pulling me

How do I stop

When will I think straight

It must have meant bigger

Bigger to me

Better than it really was

I sit here

I wonder

About your beliefs

I want to crawl inside

I want to see

What were your true thoughts

You were thinking of me