Was I ever your favorite person?
I would always wait for a message, a call, or anything that validated my longing for your companionship.
I would always brag to my closest friends about how much of an incredible person you were and how special and refreshing you were. Was I ever thought of in the same context?
Was I your favorite person?
Did your day ever improve when I sent you those corny relationship things and planned romantic dates for us?
Was I ever your favorite person?
Because you were mine.
-Quil Penn
YOU ARE READING
The words I couldn't say;
PoetryA collection of free thought paragraphs of an ongoing toxic and complicated love.
