A Book of Poems

37

I think I'm falling in love with you

Maybe it's the way you brush your hair back when it falls over your eyes from laughing too hard

Maybe it's the way you bite your lip when your thinking

Maybe it's the way you pretend to not care but actually care a little too much

Maybe it's because your hurting

It makes you just my type

I remember all these things about you

All your cues and all your signs

I remember how I feel

When you're not by my side

I remember the sound of your laugh

I remember the way your voice cracks when you cry

But you can't even remember

My birthday or why I want to die

-She loves him, but he will never be hers.