yesterday I wouldn't have thought twice about what you thought of me. but it seems I've grown a concern of some sort. one that inspires reflection on my words and examination of my thoughts. concern about how our interactions affect you. you see, I do care. regardless of what I say, or what it seems.… Continue reading careful.
Tag: poem
unafraid.
the more I grow, the more I lose. but what I lose I don't need anyway. worry is offered but I refuse. like autumn trees letting go. unafraid.
knowing.
I either want to get to know you or myself. whichever comes first. because I've decided, that being your likeness, your mysteries solve mine and my quirks are clues to yours.
conversation.
I question myself sometimes. I don't always get an answer.
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