You didn't say hi or thank you.
She engaged more with you when she was talking shit behind your back.
I liked you enough to kiss back, to let you kiss me here and there, to touch me.
But why was that the most engaging thing for you?
How did that begin to dominate?
And now this? Streaks? And only streaks?
What exactly am I to you?
I believe this was never the right choice.
And it hurts because I know, I know you are good, sweet and kind
When I brought myself down, you lifted me back up
When I spoke nonsense, you added logic and listened anyways
But where and what and how and all this questions
YOU ARE READING
shades of the heart | me
Poetry//What do I know// It's amazing how you think you know someone so well then one day you come to see that you really don't know that person at all. And you wonder what that says about you. //Exposed, Kimberly Marcus// Started- June 27, 2018 Finish...
