i know you don't like talking about this,
and i don't either, but all i can do is remember.
the time before april.
how i'd think about-
oh i wish you'd look at me the way i look at you,
oh i wish you'd think about me the way i think about you,
oh i wish i were an ever-growing thunderstorm raging in your mind,
wreaking havoc as you do in mine.
it hurt to breathe, thinking at the time,
you were too wounded from past mistakes to reciprocate.
it hurt to even fathom you liking anyone but me,
it hurt to think about how i would be too difficult to love.
distance seemed to be daunting for you, at the time,
you being unsure of wanting me wrecked me.
there are things you've said in the past,
that still haunt me, and i know you've apologized.
i know time has changed,
but perhaps not healed.
(just yet.)
i am a lovesick fool for you,
but please don't use that against me.
- ever-growing
YOU ARE READING
sunflowers and roses
Poetryi only believe in love because of you // series of poems dedicated to my love, he deserves all the good in the world and i hope this illustrates how beautiful he is (inside and out)
