I suppose it all started
When you made me guess who you liked
When I messaged the words of another mans name
And you hesitated to answer me the truth
You confessed that he was the beholder of your love
It only made me realize
How bad I wanted you to say me
That I was the one you thought
The word revolved around
Because soon enough
You became the world for me
Every song
Every bakery scent
Every sunset
Every pretty blue shade of your eyes
Every time I see
That firey red and vibrant orange shade of your hair
Every small thing became correlated
With you
You live in everything of my day
When you see
Things throughout your day
Even the smallest details
Is it me that appears in your mind?
YOU ARE READING
The World Still Spins
PoesíaPoems of a trans man, who's slowly giving up and likes someone he can never have. Despite his best wishes, and no matter how hard he'll cry, the world still spins despite.
