I think about it
The popular things
Products & such
The questions of success.
These stories I read
I don’t know
If anyone lives this way
Or if we’re all
Just
Longing
For the same things.
Hoe we want to share
This desperate
Need
For something
Of our own.
Paradox
Is it not,
This loneliness
Together.
How we crave
To see
And touch
These thoughts and feelings
We love so much.
Us.
But,
I suppose
The one thing to be said
About those things
Known by a few
Maybe
It was meant to be ours.
It’s painful
In my chest
Like all of those
Summer songs
How I wish
Those memories
Hadn’t been So beat up.
How bittersweet
That it may be
Exactly
What creates happiness
Without being
The most popular
And maybe
One day
Time
Will soothe;
The idea
That it was ours
Won’t be so painful.
Maybe
I’ll find it,
That concept of belonging
Dare not say
Mine
That flowed so well
On paper.
To Love.
Poetry
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