I remember I was happy. I remember thinking, if I died today, I'd die a very happy death, because the last thing I would remember would be you.
You, laughing at my stupid jokes. You, and these cool songs you introduced me to. You, and the way your hands felt wrapped around mine. You, and your eyes, and your voice, and your smile, and the way your face lights up whenever you talk about the things you love the most.
You, and how perfect it felt whenever you said you appreciated me.
I was happy. I thought that was enough.
Oh, if only I knew.
YOU ARE READING
I Give Up
PoetryThis is the story of how you hurt me. It starts with you, and that girl who broke your heart. When she left, off you went-walking around, trying to figure things out. It starts with me, and that boy who broke mine. When he left, I lost all my color...
