when i saw you with her,
a million feelings and thoughts filled my head.
why?
when?
how?
specifically,
why not me?
when did it start?
how about me?
...
i wanted to cry and cry and cry.
i wanted you to see how tearing my heart out and displaying it like a museum display would hurt me.
but then,
i saw how your eyes sparkled
how you smiled
how you looked so happy.
so, I didn't.
after all,
if you're happy;
then i'll be happy too...
-c.s.
YOU ARE READING
a letter adressed to you
Poesía'my hand writes the things my heart yearns, my mind screams, but my mouth doesn't dare speak.' for the hating, the healing, the happy, the hopeful, the loved, who loved, and the loving. //inspired by rupi kaur// //lowercase intended//
