I spend my time writing poems about you that you will never read. I write about how happy you made me and how beautiful your smile is. I write about the crinkles by your eyes when they're squeezed shut because you're laughing so hard and I write about how we fell in love even though we don't believe in it. But I never write about how much you hurt me. How much my heart ached when you left me without realising. How terrible it feels that you'll never be mine. I write about all the things I wish I could tell you and I don't know why, you'll never read them anyway.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry ☹ Lukeyslaugh
कविताpoetry ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a ge...
