My crush on you hurts, so much that
I don't want to talk to you anymore,
I want to delete your name from anywhere possible
so that I wouldn't even have that option
to write to you, to wait for you.
But then I write to you anyway.
Because I want you to love me so badly,
that I'm willing to hurt my own heart almost daily
And right after that pain, I tell myself
That now I'm done with you, for good.
Although I know my soul is singing a different song.
And all I ask is that you love me back.
Please, you could even fake it.
Just let mr have you to hold.
YOU ARE READING
Ashes to ashes
PoetryA collection of short poems about being a teenager in the modern world, losing parts of yourself to others and loving some with every cell in your body, realizing that sometimes you change but that doesn't mean the world changes too.
