I Keep Typing Out All My Feelings To You Then I Remember I’m Not Allowed Anymore

do you remember or am i delusional the more i wonder whether your feelings were real the more i question my feelings and my entire reality i believed so hard for so long in something which was gone in an instant

but was it really there at all

I miss you You miss me Yet we keep missing each other

There is more than one path to being a Good Human Being™

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When you avoid your feelings, you bury your passion

What is life without passion?

I keep typing out all my feelings to you Then I remember I’m not allowed anymore

Collected

You collect hearts    the way others collect shells Shiny hearts full of love    you are too scared to return Holding them to your ear    to admire the way they admire you Then back on display    until your ego needs another stroke There my heart sits in your display case,    dripping love and devotion Among the other trophies,    stolen by the heart collector