You always say I write you better than you actually are.
You're right.
I did write you better than you are.
Not anymore.
I am absolutely positive my feelings for you are one hundred percent real.
Because I don't glorify you in my mind anymore.
I see all of your flaws,
Clear as day.
And I love you anyway.
Unconditionally.
You are no good man.
Not to me, anyway.
You are a good person, yes.
But when it comes to me,
You are the same as any other.
You are careless.
Which sucks.
Because I am in love with you.
And I will wait the 587 days left, to be with you.
But you are no longer glorified.
I love you.
I am in love with you.
But that doesn't mean you are good for me.
I will still love you when the nineteen months is over.
That's only one year and seven months.
I'll still love you then.
But until then I can't keep hurting over you.
I love you so much it hurts.
It hurts me.
But I chose this.
And I'll be damned if I'm not going to stick to my decisions.
11/27/16
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoetryI 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...
