a writer

How many poems must I write To express how I really feel? I can't sleep peacefully at night, Wondering what's fake and what's real. How can I even feel sad? You were never mine anyway. Now I feel really bad For myself, because I fell away. I became attached so easily, Not caring for your intentions trully I'm sorry for being self-centered, But I like how it feels, for all I care. I like how you made me feel Each time you smiled. I like how you made me fall Each goddamn time. For there's no easier way To say it out loud, So I write, I write, and I write To figure out what this fucking feeling's all about