when you tell me i'm beautiful,
do you know i'm not listening?
you're sincere,
i know that to be true.
but i can't tell you
that those words mean a lot less to me
than they do to you.
so i put my hands over my ears,
and shut you out,
even as you try your hardest
to pry them off.
because i was never in love in the first place.
and it's hard to fall out of something you never had.
you'll understand someday.
it's difficult, i know.
but it's never been that hard for me.
i'll always be a little prettier in your eyes.
i hate that.
make it stop.
maybe instead of my ears i'll cover your eyes,
so you can't see me anymore,
and can't tell me i'm gorgeous.
the meaning of your words is flattened,
as i push down on my ears,
and stop hearing at all.
it hurts.
YOU ARE READING
love is like a roller coaster
Poesía𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. the hopeless ramblings of a hopeless romantic. > (completed)
