I like him but she does too. Maybe girls like us are just drawn to the dark horse. The guy with the bottomless eyes and special smile. The guy you could write thousands of poems but still not be able to capture him entirely because he is living poetry. The guy whose thoughts are encrypted. The guy you know you should stay away from but you just can't. The guy you enjoy reading more than any novel. The guy who is the sun and we are just planets in orbit, the guy who is a collapsed star, a hole of black, that continually pulls us in.
-maybe girls like us are just drawn to the guy we can never have
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
