please, do not share your love for him to me. do not talk to me about how much you loved the way his lips fit into yours. do not tell me about how his hand is always around your waist, and how much you like that. do not describe to me about when you look into to his eyes, you can only see his irises sparkle with happiness. do not speak to me about how much he loves you, your voice, your hair, your eyes, your cheeks, your dimples, your legs, your arms, your waist, and your personality. do not tell me things that make me feel, all the more lonely about myself because that could've been me.
it could've been me that gets to be held. it could've been me, who had gotten his heart. it could've been me that gets to be told, i love you.
but it wasn't me, who he fell in love with and i have accepted that. but when you go on and on about him, it hurts me a bit.
that spot is still a little sore.
// m.m.
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Dactylic
PoesiaPoetic Rant Book Series - #1 A collection of poetic like sentences and, or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended) 8/9/15 - #46 in Poetry
