i always loved seeing him.
i always loved being around him.
even when he would have a bad day
and smoke his problems away.
it still meant everything to me all the same.
his company was all i had and there was no one to blame.
and i never once felt the need to complain.
sometimes i feel he's the only thing keeping me sane.
my mother didn't want me anymore.
but he was my always my open door.
he was all i had left at happiness.
he made my heart flutter under his soft caress.
he relieved my stress.
he never made me feel less.
even when my mind was a mess.
i never thought i would fall for him.
his hope of living happily was dim.
how could someone who had fallen down the same hole be good for him?
but yet i still noticed the signs.
i didn't even have to read between the lines.
he looked at me like i was his world.
and i looked at him the same way.
because he was.
and he always would be.
i love him.
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Bloody Fingers, Broken Mind
ПоэзияA book of poems and simple writings compiled of my thoughts and emotions in a virtual reality. »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» »-» TRIGGER WARNING: this book contains dark/triggering content including that of de...
