I find it stupid.
I find it stupid that after a year everything I think about it's still you.
Why can't I let my heart belong to someone new?
I tried so hard to move on.
I know I'm at fault.
But in the "you came" I'd still, always be the "you called".
I thought I found love in someone who wasn't you,
turns out, it wasn't true.
You make anything else feel so vain,
and that's the reason why I don't think I'll ever be able to love again.
And we're young, and I like to repeat to myself that we have time,
but is it worth waiting for something that will never arrive?
Maybe I'm crazy.
That's what my friends say,
but I just know that none of them has ever felt this way.
I'm a delusional hopeless romantic
that's the worst of my crimes.
But you really just make my heart beat oh, so fast, and then shatter
in a million rhymes.
YOU ARE READING
Trust my words.
PoetryA poetry collection of random poetries I wrote. Nothing special, just some deep stuff from a burning poet heart, I hope you enjoy. I think most of them are going to be love letters or over-dramatic sh*t I write when I'm down.
