Not even a year and a half,
this notebook lasted.
Not even a year and a half
but I've grown so much.
Never thought I'd be the one
to write poetry, but look at me now.
Never thought I'd be the one
to write with tears, but look at me now.
Not even a year and a half,
this notebook lasted.
Not even a year and a half
but I've grown so much.
Never thought I'd be the one
to love so much it hurts - but look at me now.
Never thought I'd be the one
to love a girl, but look at me now.
Not even a year and a half,
this notebook lasted.
Not even a year and a half
but I've grown so much.
Hey, you.
Yes, you.
I'm you.
Well, I'm me.
But I'm you.
After a year and four
(and a half)
months,
look at me.
Look at me now,
writing poems about
her.
writing poems about
the one
and showing them to
strangers.
Look at me now,
knowing who I am,
who we are
knowing who I want
who we want
and unable to keep it out
of anything.
Look at me now,
being happy,
being proud,
being me.
Look at me now,
and know it gets better.
Look at me now,
and know we're amazing.
You and I,
me and myself,
we'll do this together.
You'll get through your
hard times
I'll get through
mine.
You and I,
me and myself,
you and yourself,
We'll do this together.
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...
