I hope that you can learn to fall for me
the way I fell for him
and the way that I fall
when I trip over my cats
in the morning when I wake
and at night when it's too dark
to make anything out correctly
and I start to see shadows form
into ghosts of my past.
I might just be imagining everything
in the night because my vision is distorted
but I like to think that when I lay in my bed
that you may be laying beside me
talking about your day
or how awful work was
because people are assholes and leave
the fitting rooms a mess.
Can the California sun's rays seep
into the cracks of your heart
and let me in?
YOU ARE READING
I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
