i wish i knew this was a rom-com movie
so i'd know you feel the same
for, oh, that night you showed me
things i could not pretend
fuck i feel unnamed
when does this end?
well truth is, i don't want it to
and i don't believe you do
but how could i know?
what does "might love you bit too much" even mean?
one is certain though
that night, my jealousy was green
still, we are friends
and i can't tell anyone about this
i can't help but remember your kiss
and i wonder: is this how much time she, too, spends
but no wondering and yearning
keep me from falling in the ditch
oh i keep on longing and turning
Yet all i know is: love is a bitch
saturday, december 19th, 2:30 am
YOU ARE READING
try to forget
Poetrywhat if i just run away? run away and never look back? would that be freedom? - collection of my english poetry in opposite order
