Okay, so I just uncovered an old poem I wrote back in high school. Damn. It’s fucking horrible and hella embarrassing. At first I thought it wasn’t mine since the handwriting was off, but reading it, I faintly remember bits and pieces of the memory.
Fuck, was this the kind of person I was even back then?? Damn.
Anyway, without further ado, here’s the poem:
My chest tightens around my heart. I could barely breathe. The more I inhale, the harder it is for me to breathe.
It hurts. Every breath I take hurts. Every breath suffocates me even more.
I’m struggling with it. Not when there are so many questions left unanswered. Questions whose answers I’m dying to know.
I’m really trying to see you less than what I perceive you to be. That is, I’m trying to see you only as a friend and not someone whom I’ve given my whole heart to. But it’s pretty difficult.
I’m trying to move on, really I am.
I miss you with all of my heart.
I want to see you. I want to hold you. I want to be in your presence.
I want to brush your hair. I want to look into your hazel eyes.
I want to tell you that I love you.