The first messages
were about nothing,
and I wanted to keep them that way,
to remember how I saw you
in the first place.
I didn't ask you to change at all,
I didn't want to act smart,
but I made mistakes
and cried for nights.
Every word felt like a bomb.
I couldn't be sure
if they were mine,
but they managed to kill me
from the inside,
one by one, one by one.
If I ever had a chance
to do everything my way,
maybe nothing would hurt that much.
YOU ARE READING
Words in Blue
Poetry✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
