I don't want to get used to staying up late just to talk to you.
I don't want to get used to talking to you all night while we wait for the sun to rise.
I don't want to get used to your laughter as it fills my ears with happiness.
I don't want to get used to the nicknames we call each other.
I don't want to get used to you.
Ever since I met you, you became my instant source of happiness. And I don't want to get used to all these things because I know where this ends.
You are just yet another heart break.
I know you won't stay long.
I know you'll let me down.
I know you'll break my heart.
Just like everyone did.
In between
By metaphor_
A book of poetry about love, hate, and all the things in between. More