At first, I was scared .
I couldn't control what I felt.
I wanted this to end , whatever THIS was.
You made me feel a feeling that I've never felt before.
I begged and I pleaded.
Make this stop .
Your blue eyes, baby
They lit me up like a Wild fire .
At first I promised myself I wouldn't write about you , because everytime I write about someone I lose them.
But I guess this is me trying to lose you , to end whatever this is .
You probably don't care about me , but I care about you.
I guess this is me saying goodbye , or this is me being a coward trying to get rid of this magical hold you have of me .
YOU ARE READING
Absinthe Poetry.
PoetryWARNING THE WRITING IN THIS BOOK MAY BE TRIGGERING : Talking with you is like Morse code, To the world it doesn't make sense, But to us the words and taps mix in a beautiful melody. One tap. I like you. Two taps I want you . Three taps. I think I...
