Gapped

I like you too much
To be frank, it sucks
Because I never talk enough
I speak most at ballpoint
The paper understands my point
Of keeping my mouth shut
I am incoherent
To daytime ears
And far too emotional
For late night seers
The shots of espresso
Don’t help my expression either
I am numb
For months
Before I decide to cry
Over what everyone immediately
Tears up over
By the time everyone is sober
I am drunk
From sad saltwater
Self-induced anxiety
I am crying
In the most serious sense
Of the word
Sarcasm is my forte
Humour is not
But you’re laughing
At my half-hearted remarks
Reserved for what’s wronged
Me and my heart
I guess laughing’s a start

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