❝You were cold and distant. You never hugged me, never kissed me or even told me that you loved me. Your eyes always held emptiness when you'd look at me. You would gaze at other girls whenever we'd go out. You'd call me ruthless names whenever we'd argue. You would put your friends before me. You would rather ignore me than confront a disagreement. You wouldn't even think about offering your jacket when I shivered. You never wiped my tears away. You never held my hand in public, or even when we were alone. You never complimented the way I looked. You had a dry sense of humour. You never comforted me. You never gave me flowers or left me hidden notes. You were never the man I imagined being with, and you certainly never treated me in the way I deserved to be treated, but even so, I loved you with all my being.
Somehow your cold touch warmed me. Somehow you made my heart happy.
Somehow I miss your distant, ruthless, selfish heart. And I really wish I didn't.❞
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The Stars In Her Eyes
Poetry❝The light that formed the stars in her eyes guided even the darkest of hearts.❞