I couldn't think straight for six and a half days.
my brain kept going over
and over
the same little details.
the ends of your hair,
the colour of your eyes,
and that pink floyd shirt.
I know it sounds ridiculous
but I couldn't think
of anything else.
my entire being was filled
with the thought of you.
jesus christ
I didn't even know your freaking name.
you never told me it.
even though we talked for five hours
and forty two minutes.
come to think of it
I don't think I told you my name either.
I guess maybe we realised that names
are only names
and really they don't tell you anything about a person.
they're just another label
we force onto ourselves.
or maybe it was just that we forgot to ask each other.
it was one fifty eight on friday night
when I realised that
basically
I had to see you again.
because honestly
when was I ever going to meet another girl
who knew all my favourite bands
and wore a pink floyd shirt?
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the man who can't be moved
Poetry"cause if one day you wake up and find that your missing me. and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be. thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet. and you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the s...
