𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 & 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅
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as i sit here in the morning
eating my peanut butter toast
i think of you
and it makes me blue.
i rub sleep out of my eyes
and realize
i think i like you
as more then a friend
but then again
what do i know of love?
and there's nothing more poetic
than a love i have to hide,
a love that could burn a whole
friendship down to the ground.
but then again,
there is nothing poetic
about all these feelings
growing in my chest
—there is only the feeling itself
and the burning it leaves behind.
every time i see your name
i stare for far too long
things are starting to remind
me of you;
music, words, the color blue.
if you see this,
i hope you don't realize
that all these words are
my feelings spilling out
right before your eyes.
maybe one day i'll actually tell you
but i doubt you feel the same
in any way
so i write it out and publish it
for the internet to see.
still, i wouldn't mind if you were
to read it too.
i wouldn't mind if you read my heart
and left me out to dry.
because i like you, don't i?
YOU ARE READING
impermanence
Poetry[ impermanence ] • noun - the state or fact of lasting for only a limited period of time ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ➸ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭/𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
