You say you love her
But it can't be true
If you love her, then clearly
I
love
you.
I thought it was a crush
I knew she liked you, too
I didn't know "dating" meant "in love"
But clearly it does to you.
How am I supposed to watch you be happy
When you're happy because of her?
How am I supposed to smile and laugh
When all of my insides hurt?
I even thought about asking to dance
But now I can't even dream;
Did you know that it's all your fault,
I'm crying myself to sleep?
YOU ARE READING
Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
