You told me I was beautiful, And I told you saracistly 'yeah right'.
You said it out of your normal friendliness and I had taken it differently. I would normally brush things like this off but your words stuck with me. You had me confused about my emotions and reaction to you.
You couldn't read me like I could read you. I was a blank cover of a book filled with black words and no pictures, while you were a colorful book filled with pictures on each page.
You were so open that your emotions were so genuine...
Which is why I started to latch onto you.
YOU ARE READING
(Unedited Sample) Separating From You
PoetryThis story catch's the feeling of liking someone, building of the courage to tell them, and not getting the chance to tell them due to separation. The stages of love, courage, and heart break made into one book.
