voices

“text her“, they say.
“whatever you do, don’t text her“, they say.
what i do will be so wrong, but oh so right
in every goddamn way
overanalyzing my behavior, my feelings
ending up looking desperate
like a sunflower
when i‘m not orbiting around you
without your light
i wilt
but i was so terrified of belonging
of labeling it, of security
i shouldn’t drag you in this misery
that is my head, my whole
before i’m healed
but is it too late then?
will that be enough?
before that, i’ll starve
of your light, your soul
written in poetry
i remain to adore you
from afar,
in poems i long to show you
everyday