You only know what I let you know.
And the one thing I know is the way my eyes glisten whenever I see you come my way.
You only see what you choose to see.
Because you don't see the way my heart races, with the desire to get out, and you never will.
You only feel what you let your heart feel.
You can't feel my skin shiver or my knees trembling whenever you haunt my thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
Blooming thoughts.
PoetryAnd the flowers that he grew in my lungs turned to wilted flowers, making it harder to breathe. And then the rain made them bloom again.
