Unspoken thoughts. Sweet words.

Poetry.

I wrote poetry because you were the reason behind it. The smiles and laughs and the 'stop, can't say this' whenever we spoke. Because I didn't want to scare you off.

I wrote poetry because you were the reason behind it. The sitting on concrete streets and peppermint taste lips and the midnight promises. I wanted you to myself.

I wrote poetry because you were the reason behind it. The leaves falling to the ground and the afternoon dessert and how we kissed like tomorrow wasn't promised. I thought you were going to stay.

I wrote poetry because you were the reason behind it. The puppy love and the smiles on the halls and the singing over the phone. I thought, back then, that was love.