I want to text you
but I'm to afraid to,
I want to call you
but I'm to shy to,
I want to see you
but I know I shouldn't have to,
I want I want I want, my heart says
No no no, my head says,
It's a nonstop battle between my heart and my brain
but my brain wins every time again and again,
There's a reason why I need to see you
and it's because I'm afraid I'm forgetting about you,
I don't remember your writing
Those word you used to use to make me giggle,
They're all gone
You are gone
And we my dear friend,
We are long time gone
Because we were done,
Right???
Or at least you did.
YOU ARE READING
She's antiromantique
PoésieShe was heartbroken, instead of the revenge she wrote, she wrote like no one else ever did, every feeling, every sense of discomfort, every thought, was written down, in every book corner, every piece of paper, every napkin, knowing that all of them...
