..Untitled [...] Poem by Tamara jones

-ugh the realtionship is bitter [Sorry] premarital jitters..
[wait] except were not married will we ever be?
[wifey material]. but will he marry me?
he [loves] me, he loves me [not] he loves me, he loves me not
im getting [cold] no matter how much i bundle up nothing seems to stop this [feeling] no anof heat in th world could make me warm
its getting [dark] no matter how much light is around me
i feel [lonely] no matter how many peole surrond me
-[ugh]
the whispers turn to shouting the shouting turn to tears
your tears turn to laughter and they take away your fears
[single]
not looking but
[missing]
boys are so confusing ish! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !