You loved her so hard you forgot to hate yourself.
You even began to get out of bed early, instead of not at all, just to see her her lovely face.
You were so busy loving her, you didn't even notice all the wilted flowers inside of you starting to grow back.
And you were trying to impress her so hard that you cleaned up your mess of a life,
And maybe it wasn't spotless, but it was enough.
You stopped slumping your shoulders and started looking people in the eye.
She made you want to get better, and you did.
God, you did.
Her touch made you feel things you haven't been able to feel in a long time.
You loved her so much, that you even fell in love with yourself too.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
