You were thirteen, with bright green eyes, and freckles in your crooked smile
Brown hair that curls around your ears
And your hands were soft, gentle
Just what I needed
At the time.
I'm fifteen now, with sea-green eyes, and long blonde hair that falls around my face in choppy lengths
My hands shake, and my eyes are always empty
Sometimes my smile isn't real
All I know is
Right now, you aren't the one for me.
I'll be sixteen
In a month or two, I don't know
You're sixteen now, have been
For five days
And some hours.
You changed
There's that word I hate again
Change.
Sometimes change is good
Sometimes it's bad
Sometimes it's in the middle
YOU ARE READING
Distant Thoughts
Poetryhow to: get over your first love write a book about your experience with heartbreak -- 1. "You are like the wind Sometimes here, sometimes not Maybe I ought To have known that now Is the time you aren't" 2. "I'm running out of things to say Please...
