how is it possible
for one to hear you speak
and not melt
does that make me weak
or is it silly of me
for believing that we could be
no longer you and i
but instead of that, we
how stupid of me
to believe our hearts will cross path
but still in my mind
you + me is like simple math
as you sit there patiently
my mind wanders off into the abyss
of heartbeats colliding
but silence is bliss
so i seal my mouth
as nothing escapes my lips
but as i type here alone
my mind bleeds and rips
YOU ARE READING
poems for she who is not my lover
Poetryfor those who find themselves lost in the eyes of those who aren't theirs
