When you catch yourself
slipping,
falling…

When you catch yourself
slipping,
falling…
Lately,
the past
has become
the present.
Sometimes we fight,
Sometimes we argue,
Sometimes we don’t talk to each other for days.
Dear Future Husband,
I waited for you for so long
and during all that time
I used to believe
that my happy
was out there
I want my worries
to fade into nothingness.
Cease to exist
in my thoughts and realities
It’s a thrill,
an adventure,
a roller coaster speeding up.
Some people think obsessively about everything. It’s the way they operate and deal with life. The five poems in the post are the musings of an overthinker.
This week will be awesome.
You will be happy.
You will be content.
I love me.
My indecision
and awkwardness.
My radical honesty
and compulsiveness.
I may not be
outspoken
the prettiest
or the…
What the thoughts in my head
whisper late at night
is that I’ve lost…