Usually at 2am, you get out of bed since you can't sleep. You check if everyone else is asleep, you sneak out to the roof, with nothing else but a pen and notebook. You right down all your worries and concerns, all your stress and fears. This is the time you reflect on all your issues, you start to sketch out "him", his soft supple lips, his caramel coloured eyes, his hair the always falls perfectly in place and when he smiles the most stunning dimples reveals how truly happy he is. now, he isn't yours, you know that... and for a sudden moment you realise that he never will be. At this point you have gotten used to the pain for the truth. I mean, he barely knows your existence, well at least not in that way. You rest from your thoughts for awhile. You just stare at the infinite abyss up above you, the blackness of the sky staring back. As the stars dance in place you seem to get lost and you start to think to yourself, if maybe, just maybe, he is as broken as you and is looking at moon just as you do at this very moment also thinking about his own existence.
YOU ARE READING
forbidden garden.
Şiirhere's a little compilation of poems and thoughts including; heartbreak, falling in love, rejection and acceptance. (WILL UPDATE EVERY NOW AND THEN) enjoy :)
