sometimes talking to someone
feels like coming home.
i don't have the feelings for you that i once did,
there aren't butterflies when i look at your face,
or a rose tint when i hear your voice,
but you still make me smile
whenever i see your name.
i miss you.
you say i'm someone that makes you happy.
i'll always be glad to be that for you.
no,
you're not what you once were to me anymore,
but i still care,
and i hope that you do too.
YOU ARE READING
love is like a roller coaster
Puisi𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. the hopeless ramblings of a hopeless romantic. > (completed)
