Bids

I'll tell you my thoughts,

So you can cage yours.

I'll show you my feelings,

So you can hide yours.

I'll share my presence,

So you can run away.

Where do you go?

What's going on in your mind?

Why don't you understand how this affects me?

We make plans.

We part.

I contact.

You ghost.

Guess I'm just chasing a ghost.

Guess I'm just loving a phantom.

Guess I'm just letting myself be haunted.

Maybe I'm delusional.

Maybe this is all in my head.

Maybe...

NO.

This is just the problem I choose to live in.

This isn't my problem.