I wasn't a big fan of you
nor your baked goods
yet I spend my weekends
peeking into your room.
You held your distance
until that rainy day
at the park near our house
and suddenly there you were
looking at me with great concern.
Since I saw your every move
it didn't leave my notice
that you argued with your family
almost every day at dinnertime.
I saw that you were shaking
your lips parting a little
asking me if I'm alright
and that was the moment
when I fell in love.
I wasn't sure about you
nor your intentions with me
one minute you laughed
the next you were hurt.
You wore a blue floral dress
that was hugging you tightly
showing every curve you had
and before I could answer you
you stepped closer to hug me.
I knew what you didn't like
at times you were greatly sad
you appreciated small gestures
without ever asking them.
I was frozen by your touch
holding my breath in fear
that you'd disappeared
and once we ended the hug
you decided to kiss me.
I didn't know your full story
nor your plans for tomorrow
it was an endless battle
for even having today.
. . .
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A/N: I have this idea for a short story about two college kids and I'm not sure when I'm gonna write it, but I think I'll post it on Inkitt. The link to my profile is on my bio if you're interested. This poem is a brief inside of the plot and the main character's thoughts and feelings and now I'm too excited for it. Sadly, I have too many unfinished stories at the moment, so I can't start a new one. On that note, I'm curious if you have or write down new story ideas while you're writing your ongoing ones? I do and they are coming to me almost every day, but I try to filter them out and see which ones deserve to come to life either on here, Inkitt, or somewhere else. It can be tricky, though.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it and please don't pressure me to start it, because I can't. Not this year at least. I want to finish my other stories and then publish a new one. That way I'm on track and not overdoing it. Writing is hard work and I'm sure you know it yourself.
Have a good August, my lovelies!
With love,
M.
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Breathing in, breathing out
PoetryI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
