june 15 2019
I saw you again today. I thought I was over you. I was wrong. I still hope someday I can hold you in my arms and stare at the stars. Or that I can hold your hand in mine. I'd like to imagine you have softer hands. And I hope to comb my fingers through your hair. I hope to tell you how much I care. Or how much pains me to see you unhappy. Even when I see you with another girl, I know you are having a good time, and I feel okay. Reckon, I do wish it was me. But I can't take away what you want. That wouldn't be right. I feel like a creep, dreaming about you. But you're constantly on my mind. And once I think you're out, I see your damn face again and we're right back where we started. Or where I started, I should say. Because it's never really been us.....it's been me. You don't give me love or attention but i can't get you off my mind still.
YOU ARE READING
Some stupid love thing
RomanceThis book is pretty much what I use to write down poems or stories about love, for the person I'm in love with.
