I'm reminded that you're just a dumb boy sometimes–
When you make me cry,
Yet I still want you to be the one to dry my tears.
I'm reminded that I'm not just some silly girl anymore–
When I wait until I drive away to let myself tear up.
When I don't let you comfort me,
Because I refuse to let you know that you leave me cold.
When we're apart I forget the feeling of toy stms around me–
How you hold me to you so tightly when we're alone.
Those times that it's just you and I,
You warm my cheeks and my heart,
You hold my hands and my gaze.
I wait for that same romance in a text,
But you leave me wanting when we're apart–
You leave me to remember that this isn't a fairytale;
That you're no Romeo;
That we really don't have that movie-montage chemistry.
You really are just a dumb boy,
And I'm a fool for falling for your romantic moments.
Yet I'm still not made to cry into your arms.
I hold myself to higher standards;
So I hold myself
When you make me want to die.
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VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoesiaVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
