to anyone else who wants me, I will always be second hand.
because I still belong to you in every, mind and land.
they won't be the first to hug my waist, kiss my lips, or hold my face.
much to their dismay, their actions and words won't make stay.
not like how yours filled my stomach with butterflies, made my cheeks glow red and make people ask why.
instead they ask the reason for the tears in my eyes.
they tell me the words "I love you" but they don't affect me how they should.
instead they make my heart ache.
and fall with a thud.
because it's not the same.
those words are meant for you to say.
only coming from you, do they kept me sane.
I'm second hand.
because I will always belong to you.
in every mind and land.
YOU ARE READING
we still exist here - c.k
Poesíaa 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...
