I kissed him today.
And a tiny part of me wished that it
would have been you.
Then I remembered that
your fingertips never wrote
novels down my spine
and your voice didn't
sing melodies into my chest.
You never understod
the stories written on my wall
and on my skin.
In that moment,
I realized that we were
a fairytale;
always trying to be something we never were.
But this with him...is real.
And sometimes, it seems,
the better stories are the ones
we write for ourselves.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
I fell for you the way my head fell into your shoulder that night
Ever so suddenly.
We became one, as if two pieces of a metal heart became welded together
Except my half was blood red, running with passion and love, while yours ran ice cold.
Your words shot bullets, your eyes shot daggers,
Both of which I felt way too hard,
But the lie "I love you" always felt the worst.
And every day for 649 days your lie hurt more and more
As we both reached the finish line to our relationship.
You ran the race far better than I ever could,
Because you always kept yourself in shape,
While I was too fascinated by those lines made into your abdomen and chest,
Ever so perfectly etched,
But not for me.
You were so in shape, they were so defined so you could reach the finish line for her.
I knew you loved your sports
but this was a game I didn't know I would be playing,
while you knew every detail, and play by play.
And I was just another sucker to fall for it, & for your big brown eyes
Those same eyes that swore they would never leave,
Those same eyes that cried when they realized their lies took over my body and sliced their daggers through my wrists leaving never fading scars.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC