Tonight I realized
that the boy I used to have a silly little crush on
is now the boy with whom I've fallen in love
the trouble is,
he's got so much going for him
and I can't get in the way of all that potential
so I guess he'll never know
that he was my first love
I care much too much for this boy
who seems to always take me to a place
that no one else can take me to
this boy,
whose big brown eyes remind me
that even dark things can be beautiful
this boy,
whose ruffled hair tells of restless nights and carelessness
this boy,
whose cold hands whisper to me
tales of loneliness and lost souls
this boy,
who will never feel the same way about me that I do about him
this boy,
who never even gave me a second glance
and now begins the pain and the crying and the sorrow and the late nights and tired eyes and the horror that always come with the broken hearts I've heard so much about
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poems
Şiiri love writing poetry but i hate figuring out titles so disregard them because they're poorly planned out but the poems are good i hope
