I am a hoarder I don’t know how to let go of anything
I also hoard memories. Some are real ones
and some I made up in order to give myself
reason to still think about you. It makes me feel
as if we are something, even though we were nothing
other but a simple product of circumstances enhanced
by my ability to read too much into everything and to
create a fairytale around a few meaningless moments.
Don’t forget to stalk me on Instagram, me on Facebook and follow me on Twitter.
3 thoughts on “Poem #38”
I’ve never had an invitation to stalk someone before 🙂
I’m being an over-the-top good host hahaha
LOL ! Glad to have found your blog 🙂