He was nice
But the moment you took my hand and asked me about my rings I forgot about it
He put his hand on my thigh
But the moment you danced with me it didn't matter anymore
He kissed me
But the moment you hugged me and wished me the best I wished it was you taking me home
He liked me
But you giving me hope was enough
He let me drink his beer, but you let me taste your drink
He held me in his arms for hours
But you hugged me goodbye
He held my hand too
But yours felt warmer
You showed me where the bar was
You knew I don't like beer
YOU ARE READING
the things I never said
Poetrynight thoughts and secrets as (chaotic) poetry just an emotionally unstable teenager writing down stuff I can't tell my friends but have to tell someone otherwise I'll be falling off the deep end
