He was the one thing
that could turn me into
a mess of a person,
yelling I hate you
then I love you in under
ten seconds flat,
making me want to push him away
and then kiss him right after.
With him I can't think, I can't decide
because he was a
never ending set of questions
and I had an
infinite amount of answers.
YOU ARE READING
Specks Of Stardust #Wattys2015
Poetry❝ And when midnight strikes and the ink spills through the page, all that you are becomes stardust. ❞ In which a girl writes about the words unspoken, the feelings unresolved, the memories unforgotten, and the boy who caused them all.
