I still remember the way you looked at me when you told me you loved me.
The way your eyes sparkled, crinkled in the corners from smiling so wide. The way your eyes turned into whirlpools, the way they pulled me in. The way your lips formed the words "I" "love" "you", the best and worst words in that order.
I still remember the way you looked when I told you that I didn't feel the same way. The way you hid tears with a wink. The way you hid quivering lips with a smile. The way you hid shaking fingers with a wave.
I still remember the way you trudged down the grey sidewalk, walked away, shoulders drooping and I still remember how I knew that you wouldn't be coming back.
-you never did
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".
