xv. THE BATTLE WE FIGHT
written: may 4 two thousand 16
posted: may 9 two thousand 16
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his words say i don't want to but his eyes say god, i really really want to
he's a walking contradiction because his heart is standing up to his brain, and i can see the battle going on behind his eyes.
if he didn't want me he wouldn't look at me that way.
if he didn't want me he would flat out say it.
but instead he does laps around the question, and spits out words to the questions i didn't ask
and i'm expected to drop it all together,
i'm expected to forget about him.
IT IS NOT THAT EASY!
how do you forget someone like that?
someone like him.
i don't think you can.
YOU ARE READING
celestial
Poetry"positioned in or relating to the sky, or outer space" because everyone I love, loved, and will ever love does, has, and will fascinate me much like the stars in the sky do.
