tell me love, how do you leave like that?
I wrote this poem about five minutes ago, and I felt the need to get it out there, in the multiverse of the Internet where no one except for my mom reads my blog posts. (Hi ma, I miss you).
I do this thing where I fall in love with other peoples' souls really fast. I think people are fascinating. I love giving them little parts of me, and in exchange I hope to get a bit of them. To know another person like your own skin is a privilege.
But I'm getting a little tired, and a little worn down. I'm not sad, no. I'm just tired.
This is who I am. I will always aim for the sun.