trying to get to you is hard to do
you are me and I am you.
stable as a tree but soft as the sea.
you say it’s you not me.
but maybe just maybe
me is not enough for you.
while you have three letters I merely have two.
strange how doubt and uncertainty can
lie within one person. a tree and the sea all at once.
or maybe I’m just drunk off the poetry punch.
Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.(via jenniferwinn)