i don't like
that my heart still
skips a beat when
i see you looking through
my feed.
and i hate
that i still miss
your smile
and when you used to
look to me.
i cry
when i feel last winter
aching in between
my ribs.
and i can't help
but wonder
if you have ever
changed your mind
about me.
YOU ARE READING
a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.
Poetryventing via poetry, as it seems to move me forward ... enjoy! most of these are probably gonna be super lovey dovey. ♡
