My words boomerang off of your temporal lobe.
My loneliness is building up, I might implode.
“I’m listening,” you say, but I can feel you aren’t.
My sky blue eyes begin a rapid torrent.
I just want someone to understand and listen to my poetic ramblings.
To let me cut loose and release my strings.
I’ve never felt like I’ve belonged, even in a room full of familiar faces.
Every single one of them judging my disgraces.
I don’t fit in with any type of group, I know I don’t belong in this era.
Take me back to the times of love and plumeria.
Where we lay in fields of flowers, you listening to me ramble for hours.
Bookstore shopping, and date day lunches, not video games with people throwing punches.
I want to breathe in the floral lilac air, dip my feet into the creek, and dream with no nightmares.
Here, one day i shall find, but for tonight, it’s only in my mind.
The world is beautiful in my mind
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