A Poem of Sorts.

Man this is hard work.

But I expected it to be.

So why am I surprised,

Can anyone tell me?

It’s 2019 you guys, we’ll never lose touch!

It’s okay that we lied.

My emotions are an ocean.

Get me off this ride.

I miss my friends. I miss having friends.

Is that really the same?

Is it the people I miss, or the feeling of connection?

Who can I blame?

I’m honestly okay, I just have F.O.M.O.

I would say more,

but I want to stay on-topic.

Who am I kidding, when it rains it pours.

And when it pours, I only have one umbrella

but it gets tired, I’m sure

And I’m sorry for that.

Thank you for helping me endure.

Helping me endure when I feel forgotten.

tells me I’m not.

Oh but I am.

Not by all, just by a lot.

“I miss you guys.”

Generic, yet sincere.

Well no, if it’s the only thing we say.

Losing everyone is not my fear.

Finding my new people is what scares me.

I don’t blame them for forgetting,

It was bound to happen.

This started out decent.

Now it’s just blah.

Don’t know happened to the halfway rhyme I had going.

Oh well.

Don’t read into this too much.

It’s just a mood,

whatever that even means.

This is composed of feelings,

and man are those





Hey everyone, thanks for reading my post. It was my first time writing anything like this. But I really enjoyed it, so perhaps more to come in the future. If you liked it, make sure to hit that follow button. Or if you want to check out some other of my posts, head over to the archives sidebar. Thanks!