an attempt for web romance
I should feel awkward
Out of the trembling of fingers of what to say next
And the fear of choosing the wrong letters
That might turn down the connection.
I should feel bored
Out of the untrilling conversation on daily basis
And the untimed small talks
That appears to be just nothing but a silly update.
I should feel funny
Out of the unsettling entitlement of what really are we
And the crossing-uncrossing of our unstated boundaries
That we knew is necessary to clear but we never did.
I should feel scared
Out of the indescribable feeling of the growing comfort
And the lack of reality-attached details
That gives us a freedom to run but I hope we don't.
But it would be unnecessary to remind myself to feel those only if it weren't him that I am dealing with. Because it is him.
The him that turns out to be the only exception for the awkwardness or boredom.
The him that I am wishing to not be my the one that got away.
The him that is too good to be true for a fool that keeps on chasing after nothing great like me.
I guess I'm just too passively afraid to spoil the connection that we've been effortlessly keeping for some millions of seconds.
sent this to my crush and he told me that this poem sounded like my feelings for him was more than a crush. welp.
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