"i want you."
he tells me
he makes it pretty clear actually
that there is no one
he'd rather be with
if not me.
he stares at me
he yells and he curses
for playing him
for breaking his heart
(when was he
ever mine to play with?
when was his heart
ever mine to break?)
and i am blamed
for not choosing
what's apparently
'the best for me'
'the best i could ever get'
so i ask the one question
i've been meaning to
since long,
"so what
if i don't want you?"
YOU ARE READING
whoever loves the sun
Poetry"whoever loves the sun" is a short poetry collection written over time. most of the pieces here address issues that were inspired by true life events. e. e. cummings says, "the poems to come are for you and for me and not for most people." in the en...
