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Fractured Thoughts

Old feelings mixed with new feelings can cause a lot

By Don Anderson IIPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
Fractured Thoughts
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Wish I could've seen you

Wanted to complete you

The mountain, world, your husband, they all need you

Just know I'm so fuckin proud of you

Graduated university and running start

Traveled and doing great things, I'm sure you're making bells ring and I know I'll hear one of them sometime

I just have dreams and I'm not moving fast enough. I keep getting sidetracked

I wonder how we'd interact

I'd be stuttering like an idiot

That smile is still killer. You make Taylor Swift look stupid.

When we met, there was no Cupid.

I can't let her know I'm still around, don't want her to see me like this, I can't let her know my mind is fucked

It wasn't her fault, she didn't even have a part in it

I think I know I'll still love her

No, she doesn't need to know it. Hope she's doing well though

Can't nobody understand me, can't nobody see me, can't start a relationship

I really hope she's happy with him

My mind is all see through but at the same time, it's invisible

If I was a lot smarter, if I was more adventurous….

How'd you even find me in the first place?

I was never looking

You felt like a random punch

All I can do is smile and go, keep slashing with that smile of yours

Don't let the world take that away from you, not even your husband

My mom would've liked you. Your parents probably

never knew about me.

Damn…

I'll always be a mystery, you'll always be my special secret

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About the Creator

Don Anderson II

Graduate of community college and university

Now I'm just like everyone else, I work but I also dream

I write about almost everything or at least try to

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    Written by Don Anderson II