The train to nowhere is late again, so have my train of thought instead.

I wonder what you do at night. Whether you masturbate or procrastinate,

Do you think of me as I you when you're doing whatever it is you do?

//

I have no clue why this poem is being written.

I suppose even though it's been months since my arrest,

I still feel an equivocal unrest about involving you in a sequence of events that will forever evoke emotion (and perhaps the need for a few potions).

//

Whatever it may be, whatever you may think of me,

I want you to know that I'm sorry.

I want you to know there's another me, that only some people see,

They look at me in fear, in horror,

But what they don't see is that I'm more scared than they'll ever be.

//

So I wonder what you think as you lay puffed out,

Looking around quietly,

Listening as if to make sure, that nobody had to hear,

You take your frustrations out on masturbation.

 

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I hope you enjoyed that :) It was my first time really writing any poetry.

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