My Problem

I think I know my problem

It’s so simple

And almost a little silly

I care too much.

I don’t cross the line

To where something becomes an obsession

But sometimes

I care more than I should

It’s awful for me, you know,

When someone goes away

I feel as though I lose that person completely

I suppose that’s why I have very few friends

But the ones I do have

I’m very, very close to.

Other people may be able to let friends

Wander in and out of their lives, like the changing seasons

I can’t do that.

I’ve tried.

It doesn’t work.

It’s like I form a bond with any person

That I spend an extended amount of time with

And when they disappear from my life

A part of me does as well

It’s remarkable I have any part of ‘me’ left

I feel that by now

I’ve given it all away

But there’s still a piece of me

That I will never give away

Unless of course

Someone comes along

Then I’ll give it.

Gladly

Will you be that someone?

Reviews

[Falling Leaf.]

I agree that the flow is this poem is very stuttery. Maybe taking out some of the punctuation will do this piece good. Nevertheless, it must have taken a great deal of courage to share a piece with so much raw emotion. Nicely penned.

[curvytheatergeek]

I think that if I take out anymore of the punctuation, there will be barely any left in the poem...

[Falling Leaf.]

Hmmm, well, do what you please. It's your poetry, after all!

[Canicus]

I like this I'm the same way good write

[Black]

work on your lay out
the feelings are sincere behind it
but work on your flow of the poem
it doesnt flow well
further nicely done