Falling in love with your tiniest piece of detail is my toxic trait, the words your mouth pronounces , the motion of your chest breathing, I see you in every blink, I hear you in every lyrics , the lyrics of those songs in our chat. The coffee pictures we share, the special language of yours , how you express yourself, your music taste that hurts my head, and makes me faint, not at all it's loud or sharp , loudness in my mind and sharpness in your heart.
I am toxic to me, more than I thought I could be, I am full of you and never thought if you were too, I am crazy about you and I expected you to be.. about me too, I don't know who are we trying to fool, at least I know It worked on me, I wanted you to be the only thing you can't and maybe don't want to be..
How haven't you noticed? It was crystal clear
Was I that stupid? That's exactly what I fear!
I am not a poet, But I can pretend to be Shakespeare
And this has nothing to do with you my dear
I can try to create a rhyme, any second of the time,
But I consider this a crime, that doesn't worth a dime!
Seriously, how can anybody not see it!
How haven't you noticed my chattering,
My silliness, my tumbling, my confusion,
How haven't you noticed, how my voice sounded so happy, how?!
How stupid I felt, how miserable, how pathetic
Are you joking? This, you notice ? You are annoying!
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere near home.
Short StoryHow can anyone tidy up their feelings in order to write them down! Especially the kind of feelings that leaves your mind numb. Instead of trying so hard, it would be hundreds of times better to accept the fact that nothing is perfect. Fact, excuse...
