wherever i went,
silence followed.
it's been
d a y s
since we've
stopped talking.
you distracted yourself
with school,
i distracted myself
with reading,
writing,
drawing.
a n y t h i n g
that could
take my mind
off of you.
because
the
more
i think about you,
the
more
i struggle to let go.
the
more
i associate the real you
with the one
i envision here
in this paper white world,
the harder it will be
for me
to resist
what
my desires
ask of me.
logically speaking,
it isn't possible.
you love me,
granted,
but not the way i do.
i love you,
granted,
but not the way you do.
..love sucks..
who the hell said
that the feeling of love is
w o n d e r f u l ?
who the hell said
that the feeling of love is
m a g i c a l ?
i'll tell you how love feels,
daisy.
it sure as hell
hurts like a bitch.
and i can guarantee one thing:
the people that say
all that bullshit
have
n e v e r
felt heartache.
why, you might ask?
easy.
they're straight.
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determinant intricacies | 2
Poetryhighest rank: #449 in poetry (28/1/16) - sequel of unconditionally perplexed. - in which a girl learns to let go rather than hold on. - lowercase intended. - book 2 in the 'if only you knew' series.
