even before I start writing his part I'm crying. I'm crying my heart broken by the one I call:
my first love.
when i saw you in the lecture hall, when our friend introduced us, when we started talking, when you played me that song on your guitar, when you read my favorite book and I watched your favorite series in return, in short when all you did was get on the same wavelength as me,
I believed. i believed in my happy story.
when that night, your friend confessed to me with a lousy video that you had a crush on me I isolated myself at my party to realize that maybe it was my turn.
so i gave us the chance to have the perfect slown burn.
YOU ARE READING
𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎
Poetrywhat is it ? it's inspired by the idea of mini albums. they represent part ans stories that what we call : THE HEART
