Things You Shouldn't Have to Ask
A Poem of Questions
What if he doesn’t like me?
What if he thinks I’m weird?
What if I say all the wrong things?
What if it’s like I feared?
What if it doesn’t matter?
What if I just don’t care?
What if I walk away from this?
What if I’m not being fair?
Why should I pay him any mind?
Why should I stop to think?
Why should I tell him how I feel?
Why should my cheeks turn pink?
Why should I change my hair for him?
Why should I move away?
Why should I allow my light to dim?
Why should I have to stay?
When will things be different?
When will he begin to change?
When will he ever get the hint?
When will things not feel strange?
When will I stop loving you?
When will I be okay?
When will I respect the lines I drew?
When will I stop feeling lame?
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Brittany đź©·
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I'm Brittany, and I'm so glad you're here. I'm 24 years old, and I hold a bachelor's degree in Creative Writing and English. Thank you for reading, and feel free to subscribe so you don't miss any stories! (it's freee)!
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