Oh Well Poem by Yaya King

I've got a lot of things to do,
But I'd prefer to sit and think about you
The saddest thing is:
It's not as if you're doing so too

I can't get you out of my head
A weight of raging emotions on my chest,
The burden is heavier the lead
Always fatigued from carrying such a burden;
I always want go to bed

A lot of messages that should be deleted,
I should've never gone back and reread
Going through them on Telegram
After checking for thousandth time,
Whether you're active on Instagram
In our relationship, romantic or not,
I've always been Cat, and you've been Sam

Right now, my mind's in a knot
It's feels as though my heart's been left to rot
There was nobody to give me lessons about love,
It's dangers, I was never taught

My brain and heart;
I can't count how many wars they've fought
I would be enjoying inner peace,
If only it was something that could be bought

Love used to be something I persistently sought,
I still do, but it's become a battle that's become almost impossible to fight,
I go to bed with memories every night,
Thinking about those fantasies,
Remembering how they seemed to be the light,
In the tunnel of fear and uncertainty,
Where I didn't know left from right