'Cause every picture you sent for me to see,
took up a bit of space in my storage
I wanted it to stop there,
but it took up space in my heart too
How could I let myself engrave your picture in my brain?
Admiring the contours of your cheeks and your pink tinted lips.
The bit of space that only your picture took up in my heart, started to grow
The more pictures you sent,
the more I fell for you.
And the fucked up thing is,
I let myself believe that you were falling for me too.
YOU ARE READING
Poems 'cause why not?
PoetryThese poems are supposed to be completely personal for only me and some for her, but why not share it? Surely, in some dimension, we all know how it feels to get our feelings toyed with, be strung along, be in pain, be happy at times too so... Here...
