my best friend's whispers eat away at my decaying confidence of you never having known the way my eyes spiralled towards an us.
she had said you had known,
well, you had to have known,
that i liked you.
as in,
liked you the way poets do
when they scribble on the margins
of their workbooks,
wholeheartedly enamoured
by some otherworldly desire
to write.
so, did you know?
did you know that i liked you?
as in,
liked you the way magnets
succumb to the opposite charge,
swallowed by the force
of its attraction.
well, did you know?
did you know that i liked you?
as in,
liked you in the way
a song fills a lull, so
naturally fitting into the space
it was played for.
i wonder, did you know?
did you know that i liked you?
as in liked you,
as in,
i liked you.
YOU ARE READING
love stains
Poetry[ because i'll never be done loving you you have stained me through and through ] my poem collection about love after all, love never fails
