Elucidating Questions

There doesn’t seem to be rhyme or reason to this lingering affection

It seems to stem from being one of my few safe places

Perhaps

Maybe I listened too close to the words

Once imagined myself in them

I wonder what I’d do

If you were infront of me?

Living lonely doesn’t sit

How I wish I had someone else to see

Even if you’d still creep in

It’s very uncomfortable

Having someone you’ve never met being the most pivotal person in your life

Like how do I reconcile that with real life?

All this and real life

Might not even be a good thing to know you anyways

I wish I was doing better

So I’d have something to offer

Besides peculiar attachments to figments