All those late-night conversations,
and never-ending chats
of you and me.
All those don't leave me's
and won't leave you's
and those stuff we'd both upon agree.
All those swapping of books
and listening to each other's playlists
until we're both sleepy;
or the time you held my hand
when you said it's only for "memories".
Maybe it started when you
gave me codes
and I read between the lines.
Or the time I saw you play the guitar,
and suddenly words
just seemed to rhyme.
But all I know is that I fell
on that one, evening night,
when the lights were low
and we danced slow--
you were that one, clear thing
in my blurry sight.
And I shouldn't probably
be writing poems
now that I'm studying,
but I couldn't focus on economics
when you're the only
one I've been thinking.
I shouldn't smile when I think of you,
or wonder if your words
and actions had any meaning.
But here's to the sleepless nights
full of overthinking and assuming.
Maybe I'll tell you when I finally
have the courage to say,
that fuck it all, I like you anyway.
But if I confess,
you'll stray and our
friendship will end.
So even if it hurts,
I'll shut up for now and continue
being just another friend.
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
PoetryStardust (n.) - For we are all specks in this world full of lost souls and broken hearts. - In which a young, ink-stained girl, talks about the thoughts that haunts her. --x full synopsis inside. immerse yourself in an uncanny girl's deep ocean of t...
