And it's never bothered me before,
but the way you look at me now is the same way you looked at her at the end of it all.
It's the same way a child looks up at the stars in disappointment that he can't fly to the moon.
It's the same way you try so hard to concentrate on something, but realize you're not concentrating at all.
The way you looked at her, when she walked by..
Your eyes filled with wonder and you wanted to follow her trail.
It's the same way a child looks at the stars in awe of the thousand burning lights in the darkness.
It's the same way that you completed a task that has taken you so long to finish.
It's the way you looked at me when we first fell in love.
So why did you fall in love with me only to chase after someone else?
Why did you tell me you loved me only to shatter my heart?
Why would you break me?
Why?
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book I Will Never Write; The Life
PoesieI think the title says it all at this point. I have started so many stories and I do not think I will finish them. So I decided this would do the trick. Any excerpts i find i will write, along with my feelings and all of that.
