I poured my heart and soul into the poetry I wrote for you, only to have you spit the broken words out of your mouth like venom.
Sometimes I think that my biggest mistake was falling in love with you.
But it wasnt as simple as just 'falling in love'.
It was sneaking glimpses of you in second period.
It was watching you out of the corner of my eye in fifth.
It was watching your every move in sixth, wishing I had the courage to talk to you.
It was being completely baffled when you complimented my hair after the last bell, and dying with disappointment when you nearly ran away.
It was drowning in your brown eyes before I even knew you were swimming in mine.
4.20.17
YOU ARE READING
naïve
Poetryan ongoing collection of the ups and downs of my life in poetry from around October 2016 up until the present date :)
