I hated how you made me went through writer's block.
I wanna write these feelings that you're making me feel.
Yet, I can't find the right metaphors that would describe you,
Nor the right rhyming words that would match these thoughts about you.But I've always thought that your family's name would fit with my first.
And I've always wondered how I would fit around your arms,
How I look beside you with that 5'4 height of yours,
How you'd feel when I wrap my arms around your abdomen as you drive,I wonder how'd you look at me as I tell you a story,
If you'd ever like me if you see my crooked teeth,
Or if ever you'd get turned off with these acne scars,
It just feels so scary looking at this girl you called, "pretty".You were never my type.
Maybe I was bored not talking to anyone,
Or maybe it's because I kept saying that you're my crush,
Even though you really weren't in the first place.And it's just so hard to hate you even though you make me feel all these,
I just can't hate you even though you clearly wanna cut connections with me,
I can't hate you even though you obviously put me on restrict twice.
I can't hate you even though you were often the muse behind my tweets.I still vibe with Taylor's song,
Thinking about you,
I still read our past conversations,
And I miss talking to you.But, I wonder when will this end?
I hope through this writing, it will eventually.

BINABASA MO ANG
Her Thoughts
PoezieThey say, "A single soul has million thoughts running inside their mind." And so, these are mine.