this is not a poem

I can’t feel my thoughts anymore
Or maybe I feel them too vividly
Why do we always have to act
As if things are more than what they really are
I’m not quite yours
And you’re definitely not mine
Now this is the place where there should come a but
There is none
Please come home
Is that where you go to stop feeling so small
Rush right back where you came from
Just go
And take me back to tomorrow

It’s so random in my head. I never promised things would make sense here, did I?

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