"That's something a crazy person would say!" He said laughing at my comment.
"Well I mean I don't share!" I say laughing back.
"That's just crazy," he starts off.
"That's something she would say!" He says laughing but a trace of honestly still falls from his tongue.
My heart sinks.
Her.
The last person I want to be is her.
I'm not her.
I stare at him in disbelief.
"Don't you dare compare me to her!" I express a little louder than I noticed.
He stops laughing and realizes what he said.
He's wide eyed.
"I wasn't comparing! He exclaimed.
"I was just saying that's something she would say." He states.
I don't say a word back.
I stay silent for the next five minutes thinking.
I don't want to be a chapter in his book.
I don't want to be a charm on his bracelet.
I don't want to be just a little flower in his garden.
I want to be the whole book.
I want to be the bracelet.
I want to be the field.
I don't want to be compared to anyone.
I want to be incomparable.
I am incomparable.
I hope he thinks so to.
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PoetryI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
