Of course it's always been about you.
About how there's no way
I can write something
Without thinking of you.
About how you touched my life.
How warm you felt,
Like the home I never had.
How meeting you was the
Beginning of the rest of my life.
"I'll leave my mark on every
Thought you'll ever have." you whispered.
And so you did.
It hits me the most when
I'm somewhere quiet.
Under the streetlights,
Down and alley,
In my room.
And for a second, I wait.
Thinking it's you as the
Sad songs continue to play.
But it's not. It's never you.
Or rather, it's never me.
I will never be the one, and yet.
And yet.
"I've waited for you all my life
And I'll wait until the end of it"
I whisper into the darkness,
Tears streaming down my face.
A/N: this was the first poem I ever wrote (I made a few changes over time obviously) and it was about the first guy I ever fell for. He turned out to be a piece of shit, so kudos I guess for my horrible taste.
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Tales of a broken heart
Poetry"Everyone talks about love like it's a beautiful rose, admiring its petals, worshipping them even, but no one mentions the thorns." Someone told me heartbreak makes good poetry, so here I am.
