Sometimes
Revisiting our conversations during odd hours of the day and how I wonder if you really meant them. I'm so tempted to ask you, did you really meant all this, or was that all a lie, but its 7:18 in the evening and you're probably out with your friends for a walk, and here I am revisiting our old chats. You shouldn't have mentioned that girl, now I'll be reasoning. Its so easy for me to lose my mind over your words but I can't have it any other way.
Telling me all that I love you's, laughing till our stomach pains, and just give me sign i'm not living a teenage dream of mine. I will do all the talking, taking a secret look gently into our chat to see if you're online and smiling when I see you typing. I have told myself so many times that I shouldn't and wouldn't spend my weekends thinking about you meeting on monday, writing stuffs about you, and how your smile makes my day, how your eyes shine under sunlight in my journal.
But here I am writing stuffs about you. I know I have to be over you now before you break my heart again. Pretty boy, you better not know you're the only person about whom I think everyday and write everyday, or I write about these days and you better not ask to see what i'm writing currently. I really wish you never see these messages even tho I want to, until you say you feel the same.
*None of my works relates to real life*
YOU ARE READING
One Shots
PoetryI got lost and disappeared.For Days. Sometimes i wonder which part of me came back
