i wrote this about someone i loved a short time before things ended between us.
it's 2:48 in the morning.
the familiar feeling of empty agony is present.
yet watered down.
i wanna talk to you about how i'm feeling.
but i know you're asleep, and i'd hate to wake you.
i care for you so much.
that scared me.
i think i love you.
i mean i do love you.
it's just easier to hide behind "think",
rather than expressing myself to such vulnerability.
you manage to be my mid-summer day,
drinking lemonade and laughing with an old friend.
the sun blazing.
however, you are my late nights.
past midnight, when i'm alone with my thoughts.
and i can't figure out if i'm happy or sad.
perhaps an equal balance of both.
i feel each so prominently.
but then i remember your eyes.
your laugh.
i remember you.
and how i think i'm falling in love with you.
how i am falling in love with you.
~maddie
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Colorful Silence
PoesíaStories of a quiet girl, with a loud mind. All of these pieces are mine so please give me credit if you decide to quote part of it. These stories mean a lot to me and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them! This d...
