I win
You whisper with a smirk
Yeah, I guess you did
Because here I am
A month later
Still thinking of that moment
Still wishing I had kissed you
Still wondering
What that meant to you
When you held my wrists
And got your face
So close to mine
Still hoping
That maybe someday You realize
That
You love me too
YOU ARE READING
Her Story
PoetryNo more hiding. My name is not Alex, or Leila, or Stevie. I'm Stephanie and I haven't had everything great, though some things definitely are. Though, my poetry only reveals itself in heartache, so these are mostly sad. I hope you learn more about m...
