cookies and creme
makes me sick.
i dont like bowling anymore.
i dont enjoy ice cream as much as i used to,
and i haven't sipped on a strawberry daiquiri.
still havent made pancakes.
i dont want to step foot into school.
every time i see a pathfinder, i glance through the window as it passes. its never you.
i hear anyone with your name, a fairly common name, and i just try to pretend that those five letters didnt just strap me to an electric chair and ask me for my last words,
i dont really think you understand that if we were to get back together, it would be against all odds.
against everything that anyone has ever shown us.
then again, maybe the universe was fighting for us to be together.
maybe we fucked it up.
some things do seem too strong and just a little too strange to be coincidences.
do you think we changed our own fates?
or do you still believe in love?
my heart is too broken right now to say that i believe in love.
i believe in love for everyone out there
except perhaps myself.
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
