i feel like i can love you,
but i can not,
and do not want to say a word
the moment we connected
hurting the person i love most
couldn't help the attraction as it seeps in my skin
imagining movies as our media
holding, touching, our hearts
you aren't perfect when i laid my head on yours,
learning to love them if i tried
guilt seeps in if these thoughts came to me,
as you're not mine
and probably never would be
unless you want me to be
secretly hoping
in the deepest part of my brain
only
for my expectations to burst in flames
with the nonexistent perfect idea of you
killing romance in every part
giving me nightmares
clawing your bitter hands in parts
of my hardened heart
i entrusted you with
panic ensued
for the fear of attachment
logical intimacy
and saving myself
the woes of singleness
from male saviours
in their fakery of cruelnesss
detesting ripped ideals
YOU ARE READING
mind of a girl
PoetryAll rights belong to the brain, where the information seeks the sane. for the collections of poems and thoughts of a growing daisy in a field of roses (aka the mind of an adolescent trying to find her way in life)
