how many hours
is it physically possible
to spend loving you?
sheer beauty is all that comes
when i think of you
my imagination running wild
thinking of the future you and i
could have
hello? are you still there?
do you remember me?
i never stopped believing in you.
in us.
i still can remember
my dreams
our hands grasping on to one another
my rough, calloused palms
rubbing against yours.
your eyes locked on mine
even if i don't make eye contact.
your sweet, soft lips
brushing against mine-
i will never give up on us.
hey, are you there?
i can't sleep and i'm thinking
of you
how you'd hold me
and hum that gentle tune
my head laying
against your delicate chest.
where did you go?
i lost you.
you gave up on me
before i had the chance to
give up on you.
on us.
who am i kidding?
there never was an us.
there never was a you.
-k.k
YOU ARE READING
thoughts and poems
Poetrydon't even pay attention to me. or this book. stop reading. see, i don't even have a real cover on this. it's not worth your time.
