Dear photographer,
I always wondered why you never took pictures of me. My mind is scrambled eggs and I can't think sometimes. You were the first girl I cried so hard for. It's funny how I don't remember when exactly I fell for you, or how long I knew you before I did. All I know is that sometimes I can't think, I hadn't noticed I fell for you until I had a dream of us together and I woke up crying. I should be in the Guinness Book of Records for fucks sake, I see it now, "GIRL WHO CAN FALL IN LOVE IN UNDER A SECOND". And although I came on those beautiful fingers of yours, that's not the moment I cherish with you. There was a time when I had to let you go, because I knew I felt something, it was no longer fun and games for me. The time I was trying to hold back my tears searching through my bag for money to buy my medication from the drug dealer I've fallen in love with to soothe me, and a strand of hair figured it's way onto my face. You gently raised your hand toward my face to brush it back and I flinched so hard it scared you, and all that could come out was a raspy and pleading "please don't".
Sincerely, the girl you just fingered
PS: I still miss you.
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Personal Poems
PoetryThis here is about things personal and close to me so here I am being an open book. Enjoy :) (Please keep in mind I am a horrible poet and some of these won't exactly be poets but more of entries)
