You asked me if I've written something about you.
"Yes," I wanted to say.
You became my favorite topic.
Just thinking about you makes the words flow like water from a faucet.
"Can I read your poems?" you asked.
I got scared.
That once you read them, you'll find out they're about you.
I'm transparent, an open book.
When I write, you see, I pour my heart out.
So yes, my dear, you can read my poems.
Then you'll know how much you mean to me.
How much I really care.
And how I started to fall for you.
"Have you written something about specific people?" you wanted to know.
"Yes," I answered. "I wrote about guys who broke my heart."
"Am I in it?" was your second question.
Do you want to be? I thought.
And then, I realized.
That like them, you were only just planning to break my heart.
And you did.
You did.
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A Cup of Love
PoetryThoughts, words, and emotions fighting to be set free. (Poems about daily life, unrequited love, random things, battle of faith, and the ups and downs of being a human being.) May these entries encourage you to never give up, to keep on living, and...