I wrote a word I write almost everyday
It looks wrong to me despite knowing that it’s right
It’s the same feeling of looking at you and feeling nothing
Yet we both know we’d make a perfect match
Waited too long to make a move and now I don’t want to
We’re not friends, something a little more
The Bermuda triangle of relationships
The weird part in a Venn diagram
Is it fear of making a permanent change holding us back?
Or perfect on paper but not to plan?
I’ll take my reluctance as a sign and fear yours
And question that something I can’t put my finger on
Until we find an answer that looks correct.
– Little Ginge x