Poem

How Much Of This Is Us

Writing on every surface
words that can’t describe
all the feelings I have
My chest feels too small
for the heart you made grow
and beat with an erratic beat

Pushing against my inner walls
I’m testing the water outside
my safe zone
Scared as always I try to hide
behind a mask of cool

However will I survive
if this means more to me
then it does to you
How much of this is me
and my dreams
How much of this is us
and reality

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