I can't stop thinking of you, I don't know what's happening to me. You don't know what you do to me . The strangest things remind me of you, wishing you were here to experience these weird, but fun things.
Constantly wishing you knew just how much I want to be yours. I'm so happy to have met a person like you. And I know these feelings will kill me, slowly, but thinking of all the things that could possibly happen between you and I, make me smile.
Then just like the snap of the fingers, I grow sad knowing nothing will happen. I'm always over thinking things, afraid I might say something wrong and scare you away. But no matter what you always say you'll never leave and i guess I could trust you when you say that but once I do, I know something bad will happen but even if something happened I'd still be sitting here thinking about you and what could have been.
What could have been sounds better than what has been. Why? Because well if you only think about what could happen without it actually happening it saves you less pain whereas if you know what has been, you constantly replay the moment in your mind over and over again until it haunts you and i know I wouldn't want that.
What could have been and what have been is what the mind constantly battles between. Not all choices are easy but make sure you choose the right one.
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Hey! This is my first chapter obviously and its one of the first poems I've written. I don't show these to anyone in real lid because why? Anyway a I hope you enjoy
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Poems For The Soul
Poetryjust some really shitty writings from a bored girl. I warn you these are mostly sad and depressing I hope you enjoy!