I always wondered what it would be like.
To be happily in love,
To care about someone so intimately,
To want this one person who blends into the crowd if you let them.
And I'm afraid to say now I do know because what if it's only because they're better than the last one but not actually the last one I'll care for?
What if I'm only saying this so I can say I was in love once?
What if I only feel these feelings because I've been without any for so long?
I don't know what love feels like.
What it tastes, sounds or looks like.
But I do know that I wanna learn and I think you're the only person who can teach it to me.
You're not a cure for my diseased mind, but I'd be lying if I said my days didn't seem just a little bit brighter, these songs just a little louder, and these feelings just a little more understandable when I have you with me.
YOU ARE READING
empty nights
Poetrythis is what's really happening behind your bedroom door, what you feel but can't express without being seen as strange. don't worry, cause darlin I'm a mess too.
