Poems by me

Him.... Or Her?

The way he parts his lips when he's about to say something but ends up laughing instead.

The way he used to hold me in his arms, I felt safe.

The way he made me feel when it were just the two of us.

When I was sad, he'd make me happy. 

Then something changed.

We didn't match.

The light bet out. 

I met this girl. 

She makes everything thats bad, go to something good.

She's always making my day.

She makes me whole again. 

When I'm blue or sad or even mad, she talks with me about it.

She lets me be myself.

She makes me the best me out there...

There is one thing though.

I screwed up.

I broke up with her.

I made her cry.

I made things awkward.

I did this, and I shouldn't have.

I ruined everything.

I want to be with her, but maybe I could wait- not rush into things like before.

I miss her being mine.