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God made me lose the person that I never thought I would lose.

He was my best friend, my family, and also my lover.

I loved him so much.

He was litteraly the guy of my dreams.

Even if he wasn't that perfect.

Or that good.

I found him perfect for me.


He was a 19 years-old tall guy witha white skin and short dark hair and brown eyes.

He was very nice with me sometimes, cheerful, at least I remember that he treated me right some days.


I know that one day, he'll go. 


He was that guy that can lie in any situation, 

That can steal anything,

Bad,

Tried to date my sister,

And also my best friend,

Talk to every single girl he knew,

But I've found myself finding excuses to every situation I caught him in.

Because I loved him,

And I never loved somebody like him.


I'm always the poet , not the poem,

Always the writer not the writings...


I just want to see his reaction if he saw that I'm writing all that because of him,

If he knew that I started writing songs about him and long paragraphs describing him, with every single detail, 

I just want to see him crying when he'll realise that he really lost me.



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