I'm here sitting
with a friend,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening
i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.
i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.You are not a bad person,
You are just.. Lost
My friends..
Want me to tell them what happened between us,
Why my eyes are duller
Why my breathing became shorter
Why im not smiling from my heart
But if I start talking, I might start crying
I might throw my coffee on the ground and the tables turn
Not because your bad
Because feelings aren't going to come back
I might be with you, but I won't look at you the same
I look at my friends
How happy they are
And I can't help but wonder about you
Are you in love?
Are you happy without me?
Are you sleeping?
But I can't help but smile
Why did you have to hurt me?
Why did you have to make me cry every night?
Why did you have to kill who I was?
Why did you have to make people miss me when im with them?
You are not a bad person, you are a person who made bad things.
And the past never identifies you
But your actions does.
YOU ARE READING
Things ill Never Tell
Poetry"I told everyone I got over you. too bad I lied..." This story isnt for you. واجهني اذا لك عين. "يعني حلال فيني عذابك؟ عادي طول الليل طاريك بكلامي؟ كلهم يسألوني من تقصد، تصدق حتى انت تسألني معاهم؟" - علي نجم