i need an identity
how will i ever love myself if i have no self?
i want to see the minds of those i idolize
i want to see the minds of all
i want to see the mind of someone i love and i want to understand it in it’s entirety
i want them to understand me
i want to understand me
i want i want i want
selfish little girl

to speak is one thing, to communicate is another
neither of which i properly understand
my tongue swells in my mouth at the thought
speak freely with me; reach, feel, love
romanticizing conversation is all i have left
but i want you

excitement of emptiness goes dull with time as wasted efforts give no results to me nor the rest of the world
nothing but building frustration for the both of us
to be alone is to be empty but to be satisfied
i don’t want to live alone, die alone
i’ll talk to myself

i think i’m going to post some of my little writing blips (poetry/creative writing/idk what it is)(they’re pretty lame but i have fun with them sO)