we met on a warm september's day.
we were two dorky kids who giggled and laughed.
the next day, i stumbled into you in the cafeteria.
needless to say, i got my schedule changed.
that weekend, i missed you more than i'd like to admit.
the week rolled by, like it usually does, and each night i missed you more and more.
that friday, i admitted that i loved you.
that saturday, i thought about how you had singlehandedly become my favorite person.
that sunday, we spent the day together. we laughed and we giggled. we took pictures and smiled.
you kissed me that day. it was a soothing feeling, your chapped lips on mine. i had never felt so loved.
but you did not love me. correction. you do not love me in that way.
you have another, a girl who is lucky to have won your heart.
i am still your best friend, and you, still dearly mine.
i'm just in love with every little thing about you.
i may be young, but these feelings are not fleeting.
from the moment we met, i felt a connection.
whether connected by heart or connected by mind, we were finitely one.
our breaths in wavelength, our hearts beating in tandem.
i am still one with your heart, because it so closely resembles mine.
you are my love, and these feelings are so deeply repressed.
we were two dorky kids who giggled and laughed.
we met on a warm september's day.
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Finding AJ
PoetryAJ was a girl who had lost herself long ago. She was a girl who wrote poems in an effort to save herself from the reality she'd created.
