One Milion Bullets - Sia
The butterflies in my tummy dance to the melody of your memory
Creating ripples in the fabric of my mind, erupting suppressed feelings
Memories that weren't mine to keep, but I, being foolish enough to store them
Buried and locked them away, deep inside my fictitious realm
Many atimes, my mind wonders why my heart clung to your warmth
Was it because of your mannerism or your cute mawkishness?
Maybe it's 'cause of the way you wiped my tears and pulled me to your chest
Or 'cause of how you attacked the okada man who tried to grope my breast
It's probably 'cause of our Friday movie nights when you'd make drinks and I'd get Bounty
And we'd huddle on the couch binge-watching episodes of How To Get Away With Murder
Or could it be 'cause you'd cocoon me with a blanket when I start snoring
Clean up our mess, carry me upstairs then make breakfast in the morning
Honestly my mind can't tell when my heart began to long for you
When I begun to wish and hope to become more than a best friend to you
You understood me perfectly, you saw me for who I was and not who you wanted me to be
That's why my heart couldn't accept those others, 'cause I knew they wouldn't see me for me
For five years, I waited hoping you'd finally be mine, but boy was I wrong
Today, we bought the ring and even tried it on my finger, twas a perfect fit
You went down on one knee and she screamed YES, right in front of me
My eyes stung but I held my tears, I guess we just weren't meant to be
L'amour solitaire est déchirant
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The Scars That Remain
Poetry«#18 in poesia out of 1.1k stories» «29-01-2019» A collection of personal poems and short stories depicting my painful or sad memories, thoughts or midnight musings. Soul wrenching, heart breaking and maybe earth shattering.