I will never smoke cigarettes
I said when I was younger
But now my perfume is nicotine
And I can't leave the house without a lighter
But maybe that's because every time I fall in a hole,
At least I know now where to find a light
//
The other day I was walking home with my pack of companions
When I asked myself
Do I only fall in love with the wrong people
Or do only the wrong people fall in love with me
I would like to tell you I am what I always said I would be
But some things got out of my mind.
he was a thorn too beautiful not to touch and when he left all I had was a bleeding finger
You see,
Dreaming is only the beginning and I believe I'm a beginner.
//
There's no way of saying I miss him without feeling a little blue
By the way my life is going I may die asking myself why wont i love in real life the same way I love in poems
My heart only aches for characters and poetry, no one can break it if not me.
My hands only shake for words and books, I've never felt butterflies inside my stomach but oh,
I feel them in my mouth when I read out loud.
//
May I ask you something?
After I finish this cigarette, can you take me somewhere beautiful?
Can you show me the beach and the forest and can you break my heart?
Can you please let it fall?
Look at me and say you don't love me, but say it while we watch the stars.
The stars,
They are as beautiful as you.
But they shine only for me.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
PoetryThis is a compilation of poems and other random things I write, usually at 8 a.m. in the subway or 11 p.m. while I eat cereal.