I have so many questions,
some I’ve asked,
and yet no answers to satisfy me.
Now all I’m left with is hesitancy,
a touch of confusion,
and heightened insecurities.
I know… It’s all “crazy” to you,
but I’m still hurt–
shouldn’t that matter more?
I forgot communication is only key,
when it’s not acknowledging;
our problems are not meant to be solved.
I’ll just stop talking now.