I hate when you meet someone
You're bound to be with.
I hate when they realize
They want you.
I hate when they
Don't tell you.
The truth is,
I want him...
He wants me...
But we're too scared to break our hearts again.
It's almost like a forbidden love.
Their judgemental stares
And whispered mocks
Would follow us around every
Twist and turn.
If we broke our hearts,
We would never heal.
I can't break his heart,
It's already been broken
Too many times.
He probably doesn't want my mess, anyway...
Maybe he just doesn't want
To break my heart.
I can tell by the way he looks at me,
Like I'm a foreign language
He's trying to figure out
How to read.
I can tell he wants
To feel my lips touch his,
To have his hands wander to places
He's never been.
But we can't.
We won't.
What would they think of it?
It would never work out,
It would ruin what we have...
It would be for nothing.
It would just cause more pain...
But it's so damn tempting.
If we broke each other's hearts,
How could we face ourselves...
But maybe that's just it,
Maybe if you put two broken hearts
Together
They make one...
If he's the other half of my heart,
Why are we so scared?
We've been scarred,
But like he said...
Let's leave the past
In the past...
Does that mean what I think it does?
I guess I'll just have to
Break my heart to find out.
I wonder if he thinks the same thing...
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A Girl in a Forgetful World
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poetry I have written. Some sadness, some happiness, and a concotion of both. Poetry is my way to vent and let my emotions flow freely. Thanks for checking it out, and I really hope you enjoy what you find! And please...
