He is going to break my heart
I know he will
Despite all the promises that
I'd never hurt you
Promises don't mean shit when love is in the equation
Ironic, huh?
But a crush is a controllable variable
And love
Love is the unexpected accident during the experiment
It's the unwanted extra grains of sugar poured into the batter
It's the extra minute of sunlight before the sun disappears
He is going to break my heart
But then again, how can I possibly predict that?
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Results of a Restless Mind
ПоэзияA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20
