"why him?"
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"Why you really fell for him?"
they asked.
yes. everyday.
It's the way his eyes glisten when they meet mine.
the way my name sounds so much more angelic coming from his mouth.
the way he makes me feel like the only one that ever mattered to him.
whenever I'm near him I'm in a trance, anyone else, I'm anxious.
when I'm with him my voice is never silenced out by those of others, it's the only one he hears.
I love him for what he does... and who he is.
I am another him.
he is another me.
that's why I love him.
YOU ARE READING
we still exist here - c.k
Poetrya collection of poems - written by an old soul trapped in a young body, about love, doubt and heartbreak. these are in the order that I wrote them, in the order I fell love. these have been written over a period of time, my skills improve overtime...
