(19/365)

I wonder if you feel me.

Sifting through your photos,

re-reading old poetry.

I wonder you feel my eyes on you.

I imagine I feel what a stalker feels while watching their latest victim,

And I wonder when I became your stalker.

The moment I was kicked out of your life.

Forced to be an outsider, 

a part of me wants back in.

 but I'll mess it up again.

Tripped on my way in,

got kicked outside,

everybody saw.

And I know, that it's a wonderful world

but I can't feel it right now.

I know that I was doing well 

but I just want to cry now.