Everywhere I turn,
I see some guy sucking off a girls face
And I think to myself
"Isn't that what zombies are suppose to do?"
Left and right,
Up and down,
Couples are milling around me
Like we aren't in a public area or anything
It pisses me off
Like, we're in school!
Not a strip club!
PDA alert!
But occasionally I'll get kind of sad
Develop a sort of longing
A yearning
For the same thing
And I think to myself that
It's only awkward from the outside;
Not the inside
I've just never known what it's like to be on the inside
And sometimes it makes me laugh
That I'm writing or reading
All of these romantic stories
Yet mine isn't
Like,
How could I know what it's like to kiss someone
If I've never done it myself?
How could I ever know the intense,
Electric
Feeling between two people
Hopelessly in love?
I only know what it's like to get
Crushed
Rejected
And ignored
But I've never been loved in return.
I wonder why that is so?
Or maybe I'm just overthinking this and
Dumb couples will always be dumb couples
Then break up in two weeks because of something dumb
Because 'why not?'
But how should I know?
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
