So I stand up and say
"I am leaving"You left?
Yes I leftAnd then what?
Well I leaveI say
"I can't do this anymore"So you tell him
Yes I doAnd then what
He stops meHe says
"Why are you being like this?"I say
"Because you don't care how I feel"He says puzzled
"What do you mean?, I care"No he doesn't care, he's never cared about you
I knowAnd I tell him
"Well how come you haven't noticed?"He says definitely unaware
"Notice what?... your hair oh yeah you cut it"Really? He said your hair?
Yes I know that idiotSo what do you tell him
I tell him the truth"That's not what I mean,
I love you and you haven't noticed my feelings"Omg you told him that
Yes yes I didHe says surprised
"I didn't know"I say
"I know, I mean she's on your mind 24/7"Wait who's on his mind?
That girl, the one he talks aboutOh that one
Yeah, girl, focus"You are always talking about her,
And I can't stand it"He said
"Oh"Oh that's all he said, are you serious
Yeah I know"That's why I am telling you,
I want to get rejected quickly"I continue
"So I can quickly move on, because I can't "Wow you are so cool, telling all you feelings
ThanksAnd then
Well he was quiet for a second and said"Well you are wrong, I do care"
"I care about you and how you feel"He continued
I remained silent"I didn't tell you about your hair because I thought you didn't liked it, it was not cut well"
I sat down
He sat next to me" I didn't want you to think it didn't suit you, you look beautiful with anything"
I got a bit shy
He continued"And that girl I am always talking about, the one that's always on my mind"
Omg who is it, I'll fight her
No girl, waitHe said
"That girl is you"He continued
"I love you, I just thought it wasn't mutual"He loves you?
Yes I know I couldn't believe itI said
"Mutual?"He smiled
"Yes I didn't think you would love me back"What an idiot
Yeah a very lovely idiotI replied
" i love you "He said
"I love you too"

YOU ARE READING
if the skies were blue
Poetrywill you still remember me, the pouring rain and the empty bottles of wine. a small piece of art to devour slowly. hold my hand and let's walk the fields of poetry and vulnerability, as I show you a glimpse of my writing. (I know so cheesy lol)