I Won't. Maybe I'll just....Breathe.Mature

I made my secret confession today.
But, no matter what I'll never regret it.
I think my mood swings are due to the sleep deprivation,
I don't want to blame it on you.
And I won't.
But really,
You make me want to bang my head against a wall.
But I won't.
I'll just pretend that it won't bother me anymore.
...
Does that ever work?
Like, ever??

Seriously though,
When I'm around you,
You make it hard for me to breathe.
You make me feel like I'm having some kind of heart attack.

So, maybe I'll just take a deep breath.
Pretend it doesn't bother me.
Smile and laugh, like always.
And just...
Breathe.

The End

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