Spark

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A wise man once said, only fouls rush in, but I can't help that I feel a spark when I'm with you.

Not what you thought right? I don't know for sure if I'm falling in love or if I'm so far in love that I don't realize it. Either way there is something there and I know it. Every couple fights, takes a break if they really need it, but if the two were truly meant to be, they would always find a way back to one another. I have found that with you... from the moment we met, we both knew something was going to happen. The hidden crush soon became a reality pulling us both into a sense of love and lust. We were lonely and hurt and two hurt people can't always help each other. But we did, or at least I thought so. I know you helped me for sure and I could't help but feel like I did something for it in return. From day one you told me how in love with me you were even though we had just met, but I wasn't ready. Eventually I started falling and I ended up truly loving you. I was so in love I didn't realize you were no longer in love with me. You became distant and always talked to other girls, I soon knew that as I was falling so in love with you, you were falling out of love with me. We separated, breaking me heart once more. But I picked up the pieces in a new way and put them back together trying to put the best of me back the right way this time. I seem more happy, outgoing, or uncaring now but it's only because I buried all of those other things so far down that, it's gonna be awhile before they come back. Weeks past and I went through quite an interesting time, it not being good but it not being bad. Sooner or later we began talking again and I hadn't stopped thinking about you. I tried and tried but for some reason something inside of me missed you terribly. You told me how great it is to talk to me again and I saw realized what I was wondering about. That little spark that had stuck with me since day one never went out. It was always there, reminding me of you, reminding me of us. You started calling me babe again, an old habit you said, now I'm lost in love and I don't know if I can escape. I won't say I'm "in love" but I will say there is something there that is going to be with me forever whether or not you have the same feeling. 

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