I love when you tell me stories about (her) and how much cooler she is
and how much smarter, funnier, and prettier she is
I don't mind, although I love you that much too,
I know nothing is as beautiful as the soft warm rain falling on the pavements on sunday afternoons, and nothings prettier than the giant smile you get on your face when you talk about who you love, and no matter how much it pains me to hear, it doesn't pain me at all to look at.
I'll always love you even when sunday turns to monday and she's still on your mind. I'll love you when the rain turns to snow and the sun ceases to shine.
I'll love you on your wedding day when you plant a warm kiss on her mouth and not mine, and I'll smile remembering all the nights we stayed up when she was on your mind and you were on mine and I was on no ones.
and god damn it hurts but I'd do anything to see you smile.
YOU ARE READING
Milligrams and Micronothings
PoetryBecause in the end, all those milligrams and micrometers are nothings, right? and in the end, i am just a girl, and in the end, you are just a reader, a reason, and eyes. A collection of random sometimes dark (mostly) and weird type poems. if you re...
