I fell in love with a boy on March 31st,2015. Ever since that day he has been the only thought I have,the only sensation I want to feel. He left me,the sweetest yet most bitter taste on my tongue. He was all I wanted-- all I needed. He was like a cigarette that never went out he was my addiction. But,we never ended up together every up for him was a down for me and every high I got was a low blow from him. Whenever I would bring him IP I got a chorus of "Oh no." Or "Get over it already, its never going to happen!" So finally, on October 1st, I met him. It wasn't love at first. I didn't even want to think of him let alone crave him the way I soon would. That day, we stood on the phone for three hours. Talking about ambitions and nightmares. And us. He said,he'd never met a girl like me,a girl so pure yet so brutal,so real yet so amazing. He was a rough not with a past,a sketchy present and a doubt dangerous future. Yet,something about him intrigued me. Something about the way his voice,would glide through my ears like a sweet melody. Or the way his laugh was like that of a thousand angels. I made him mine and I his. But one day,he left. Left me with no remorse no explanations no " it's not you it's me." October 4th. He became mine. November 4th,7:26 pm,he left me to become the worlds. Now, the months aren't months. The days aren't days. October and November are nothing but ex's. March and the rest are nothing but oh no's.
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This isn't my greatest but I hope you all still enjoy it :).
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Hyacinths & Biscuits
PoetryCarl Sandburg once said "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." Enjoy this collection of poems, text messages, diary entries and more. Starting from age 15, and continuing to this day.
