rainbows and anal.

it is a funny feeling
knowing im not in love.
i wonder if i ever will be.
and will i actually know?
i'm not living;
this is just an illusion.
i'm not loving;
i don't what love is.
i'm not knowing.
not.
i'm not.
am i apathetic?
writing these [emo]tional,
pathetic words?
no i don't want to
take your hands.
i want to fly,
over the oceans and
across the dark blue seas.
and one day
you'll watch me,
and ask,
'could i take her on?'

Poem by strike gently.

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