insecurities.
they tore me apart.
i thought that maybe another
had captured your heart.
in a way i never could.
in a way i never would.
i thought i was an option.
a second choice.
so i left.
i broke.
i had to rejoice.
but i came back.
now on another side
of the lonely track.
i cried in the night
whispering to the stars.
i always questioned
what we are.
but you told me.
"we are meant to be."
you asked me.
"can it be you and me?"
i became yours.
i said of course.
i said yes.
but i forgot.
this game isn't checkers.
it's chess.
-bonnie
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Clyde~
Poetrythrough metaphors, love, and heartbreak, these are poems dedicated to my dear clyde. i love you. -bonnie ~COMPLETED~ (i wrote this at 4 am and finished the whole book at 5 am. lmaoooo)
