Would you think me cruel
to hope that our fight ruined the rest of your evening?
Would you think me wicked
for wanting my words to linger when you tried to have fun?
Because your words form
a pit in my stomach
lace my thoughts with a pitiful urge
to crawl to you on my knees
And yet I never thought you wicked or cruel to me.
BINABASA MO ANG
neon starlight
Poetrythe post-midnight musings of a young modern romantic. *Disclaimer: the current cover art is not my own, the imagery was found on Pinterest and I was unable to find the original owner. While I did the titles, all rights go to the original artist.
