I never told you,
but the waves in your hair
remind me of the little doodles
I would sketch in the
corners of my notebook,
and I never told you,
but I used to think that
if all the stars in the sky
would combust into dust
and try to find their way home,
every single speck would trace
back into the glimmer of your eyes,
and I'll never tell you,
but I miss you
a little more each day,
and though I act like you're at fault
ninety-nine percent of the time
for the tears on my pillowcase,
I hope you know
all i've never told you,
all I'll never tell you,
and that I'm the heartbreaker
who broke her own heart.
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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.
