"He's beautiful. Not in the sense of flawless but in the sense of his flaws moulding together to form wonderful artwork.
He's ugly. Not in the sense of physical features, but in the sense that he allows his bros to get in the way of his personality.
He's wonderful, not in the sense of being filled with winder, or curiosity, but in the sense that he makes me feel better than anyone else I've ever met.
He's horrid. Not in the sense of being a bad person, but in the sense that he's broken my heart more than once, and he knows it, without compassion.
I hate him. I hate how he makes me feel like I'm not worthy. I hate that I care so much about him. I hate that I love him.
I love him. I love him more than anything in this world. I love how he makes me feel. How his touch electrifies my entire body. I love that he makes me feel like I'm worth the entire world. I love that I feel so much for him. I love that I love him.
12/29/15"
If only I knew a year ago where I would be right now.
I still wouldn't have changed anything.
12/13/16
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoezieI 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...
