you might think it's silly,
but
who's that all in your phone,
you don't have her on anything else
i feel some type of way,
i know you talk to other girls
but i don't know why seeing her name on your phone hurt me
you're not ready for something,
and that totally understandable
cindy lou who?
sabrina verses camila
me verses everyone else you talk to
jealousy isn't the word
it's sadness that shivers down my spine when i think about you being with someone else
you hanging out with someone else
i still like you,
and that's what hurts
you seem too nice to be true
just know when i lay in bed at night,
i still feel your lips on mine
so when you're with cindy lou who
just remember that not one of them will ever treat you the way i did
YOU ARE READING
secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
