Knocking off hats

I realized that I can’t be still for long
If I am I get bored as fuck
And start imaging wild and horrific and wondrous shit

Until I start to believe it

Like the other day,   I believed that
You loved me
Then today I thought you didn’t
And somehow it mattered what I  thought

You see what I am getting at?

Author: annieepoetry

I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs. Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write But Becareful lovers tell zingers and often break hearts Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI

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