tell me why you gotta look at me that way?
especially when you smile,
your cute dimples,
big brown eyes,
your white straight teeth
oh how i fucking miss you,
gotta stop thinking about you,
the universe can feel energy and is pushing you back
we can't let that happen
when you're ready to talk to me,
you will
we will talk about everything
and
i will tell you the truth
somewhat
it was more than just thinking we were both attractive
i know this,
you know this
saying you don't care anymore,
when i know you do
hurts me
just look at me one more time
i miss your handsome face
YOU ARE READING
secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
