Impatience drives my mind through
paranoid possibilities; burdened by
Reaching out, only to
recoil at the thought of
What I think of myself
positive and negative are negated.
Stuck in my self-prescribed safe zone,
restrained by my own misgivings and
lack of experience.
does she think of me?
If she thinks of me at all.
And, if she did, how would she feel
about spending her time…
by Erik Shinker