And just for thought...
Like a fool, I have walked right back into confusion.
Now, I sit, writing another poem about a different you.
Here I always end up, obsessing over love gone wrong
Because I have no clue how to be in love.
Appearances denote that my heart runs freely far too often.
Will I ever change my destructive ways?
Too boring, not like me otherwise.
Is he the one?
I certainly hope so.
I can't write this poem anymore.
Moral of the story is him, it's always him.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.