I can't imagine anyone else but him. That's the thing. I used to check guys out, I used to check girls out, everyone. And then I met him and I can't get him out of my head long enough to consider another. I'm always thinking of him. His smile, his laugh, the way his heart beat sounds when I lay my head on his chest. His calloused hands and his tousled hair. His voice and the way his eyes crinkle up like his dads when he tries not to act amused. The way his teeth are crooked and straight at the same time. The way I can't breathe when I hear him say he loves me. I'm always thinking of him. When I draw, when I sing, when I write, when I smoke. It doesn't matter, it's always him. I've never encountered someone with such a complex mind structure. Or someone whose back is so full of knots, or who's skin is so rough and soft at the same time, whose muscles are so defined but have never been used on me for harm. I loved him before I truly knew what love was. I didn't know love for a lot of my life, and he changed that. I used to be practically mute. I used to slice my skin open every single night. I used to go days without eating. I tried to kill myself three times. When I met him everything changed. I can't imagine ever loving someone else. I made him a promise not to leave him alone in this world. But once he leaves me, once he says goodbye, I'm gone. I love him. And I use those words sparingly. He's everything.. and I'm.. not..
07/12/16
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoëzieI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...
