the tortured poets department ▪︎ poezja

us, 28.04.2024

to jest jakis rodzaj wariacji na temat wiersza, bo jakos mi to szczegolnie nie wyglada na wiersz ale enjoy uwu

you said “i think im in love with you”,

so i said “i think i love you too”,

but you didn't seem to care about what you said

so i let it stay just a random text.

but then i said it first and you told me to stop,

so i found an excuse to get out of this crap

i got myself into. 

then i apologized about a million times,

but you just deleted our talks.

why do you only care sometimes?

or do you care at all?

i found a way to talk to you again

and you excused yourself quite well,

but then you didn't respond anyway. 

you’d send me your photos with your friends,

and you’d even text first sometimes.

you’d act happy when i complimented you,

but sometimes you’d just leave me on read too. 

maybe you didn’t know what to say,

or maybe you just didn't care anyway. 

i'm confused about everything that’s between us

even though there are no ‘us’. 

and i know the things i think and say are ridiculous,

because there could never be a real ‘us’. 

but now, looking at the italian grass

and seeing the sun rise

and listening to taylor’s tortured songs

i wonder if you ever thought about us too or if you just saw all the wrongs.

i would like to tell myself i'm the love of your life,

but i don’t want you to become the loss of my life,

so i don’t. 

i’ve never written such a long poem before,

but now as i’m coming home

i’m not sure if you’ll come with me,

i’m feeling inspired to write a heartbroken poem i’ll never let you see.