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your smile was bright and lit up the room like the sun. even on the rainiest of days as long as i could make you smile the world always seemed bright and warm. i was infatuated with you by means you could not and will not ever understand. i chose seeing you over going to class. i chose writing stupid poetry about you over sleep. i chose waiting for you and loving YOU over learning to love myself. i chose clinging onto lovely memories over forgetting how you hurt me. but if there's one thing i didn't chose, it was loving you. that's not something i could have ever chosen. loving you isn't something you that's done by choice. God no. loving you is a dark trap that people fall into. loving you is like the first rain of spring, or the first layer of fall leaves scattered on the ground. i didn't ask for it but by god it happened anyway. months later here i am and I'm clinging onto this idea that somehow it was my fault. maybe i wasn't open enough. maybe i didn't text you back at the right pace. but maybe all along it wasn't me. it was you.
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
a poem for the boy i used to love
your smile was bright and lit up the room like the sun. even on the rainiest of days as long as i could make you smile the world always seemed bright and warm. i was infatuated with you by means you could not and will not ever understand. i chose seeing you over going to class. i chose writing stupid poetry about you over sleep. i chose waiting for you and loving YOU over learning to love myself. i chose clinging onto lovely memories over forgetting how you hurt me. but if there's one thing i didn't chose, it was loving you. that's not something i could have ever chosen. loving you isn't something you that's done by choice. God no. loving you is a dark trap that people fall into. loving you is like the first rain of spring, or the first layer of fall leaves scattered on the ground. i didn't ask for it but by god it happened anyway. months later here i am and I'm clinging onto this idea that somehow it was my fault. maybe i wasn't open enough. maybe i didn't text you back at the right pace. but maybe all along it wasn't me. it was you.
john-james
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
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