I finally got the courage to talk to you after you ignored me this week. I don't think you care anymore. But maybe you never did.
But you run through my mind every other minute, and there seems to be nothing I can do. Yesterday, you said you didn't know what to say to me. What changed? I ask for some respect and you give me silence instead, glances across the room, avoiding gestures.
What made you decide to stay away? I feel like I'm the only one putting in the effort. Is that what you want?
Never mind. you don't want me. My bad. You made that clear during Boston.
And today too. She took our picture in disappointment and asked you to give me a little kiss and you said "it's too late for that." I wish I never kissed you. Maybe I wouldn't be aching for it now, even if you annoy me and drive me crazy. Even if I have no effect on you.
This must be my first one sided romance. My karma, I guess. After all the people I've hurt, the universe sends him to hurt me. And I guess that's why I keep going back. It's so different to be hurt like this.
It burns.
But that's okay
You could burn me to ashes and I'd still forgive you
Burn me to ashes
Maybe it's too late for that too
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Words I'd Never Say
PoetryThis is a book of random things ranging from deep thoughts to ideas and drafts for books and random things to just talk about. Comments are greatly appreciated. (It's more like a connection book. I'll write a few things and you respond. Ready? Jus...
