He could only love her
when she didn't love him.
Something would tell him
no.
Not now.
Wait.
Wait until she's absent.
Because her eyes are only pretty
when they don't reflect you.
Only hope she thinks of you
when she isn't.
Wish for her smile
when someone else makes it.
Care
only when you shouldn't.
And he hates that something.
But he only hates it
when she doesn't.
YOU ARE READING
We as Humans
PoetryGolden threads from a dirt human. Poetry and philosophy that I write for me and share for you. (Cover art by Gabriel Levesque/@oskadesign)
