I can't title my feelings,
Or yours,
I can't ever tell when your joking,
or when your serious.
When you joke about leaving,
My heart breaks slightly.
When you tell me your joking,
I feel like I wanna cry.
When you say you love me,
I feel so many things.
When we have our awkward conversations,
I wish you were in front me of me.
When you're cute,
I say it.
When you reject it,
You remind me of myself,
Just a little.
He may write poetry about me,
But you are worth more than Him,
In my eyes.
You beg me to open up to you,
Yet,
I still haven't opened myself up.
I fear,
That when I do open this dark,
and twisted book,
You'll run.
YOU ARE READING
It's Just Us
PoetryThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.
