maybe it's a bit insane
that you still occupy my brain
when we were never
together
to begin with
and maybe it's the smell of rain
that takes me back to that night
when you held me closer than anyone's
ever been
and I wonder how long it'll take
for me to stop believing in fate
because I still feel like
we'll meet again someday
and I know it's been months
and we've only spoken once
or twice since we last saw each other
but sometimes I still wonder
if you meant what you said last time
and now I'll tell you I miss you
and you'll act like you don't care
but I know that deep down
you wish I was still there
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
