I wake up in a puddle of sweat. Not from a nightmare but from a dream that would never amount to anything.
Im but an acquaintance to you but to me you are the stars in the sky, shining through those gorgeous eyes i once looked into longingly, as i lay in your lap.
What i would have given to kiss you that night, and many occasions following. Every train ride, in which you dont sit with me, feels like a stab in the chest.
Everything about you is so adorably innocent yet at the same time completely corrupted.
With such simple nature and dorky green day obsession, you are so far from anything ive ever loved.
Yet that adds to your perfection.
Your blonde hair and soft eyes draw me in until im shaking at the thought of never knowing you. The reality is, we are still strangers.
YOU ARE READING
broken pieces
Poetrya book of poems // individual shards of glass that attempt to piece together my broken soul // TRIGGER WARNING : will probably mention suicide, self-harm, sexual assult, rape, etc. // not all are personal experiences but some are
