Loving you was like staying up late on a school night,
I knew I would regret it in the morning but I did it anyways.
Like dipping your toe in the water to test the temperature,
Too chicken to jump in, but I just had to check it.
Loving you was like reading your favorite line in a poem,
But messing up the words.
Like finding the end of a rainbow, and discovering there was never any gold.
Like looking for the stars on a cloudy night.
Hopeless.
But I had to try.

YOU ARE READING
At Least You're happy
PuisiA collection of uncapatalized thoughts. Simply thought of, simply written