I might be over dramatic.
But the truth is that from the moment I met you, I already knew you were the one.
That's probably why my friends didn't believe me when I said I would move on.
I can't seem to have enough, even though I know there is no point in waiting around
yet still, undaunted, I stand on my ground.
Jealousy becomes just a mix of letters,
something I no longer come to understand,
just because you're my person, it doesn't mean I'm yours: things don't always go as planned.
That is the spell of love
and I wish I didn't fall under it so soon, but if loving you was a illness, I'd never want to be immune.
YOU ARE READING
Trust my words.
PoetryA poetry collection of random poetries I wrote. Nothing special, just some deep stuff from a burning poet heart, I hope you enjoy. I think most of them are going to be love letters or over-dramatic sh*t I write when I'm down.
