I am not an addict with pills or coke. I am not a failure or an addict to gambling. I am an addict on a worse thing; a person.
She's a piece of art every cat fur on those black pants resembles one boy who wanted her every scar on her wrist is one boy who hurt her. though; I don't know where my spot is it could be a scar on her wrist or a piece of glass stuck in her heel. It could be the star in the sky that she stares at through her window on a lonely night hoping that one day her wish finally comes true.
I could be the cold breeze seeping through the open window making her wish, another boy was there to share is warmth.
So I'll cry myself to sleep and hope tomorrow that I change. Overthinking does that.
I don't want to be a scar I don't want to be a piece of glass. I don't want to hurt her ever again. I made that mistake once.
Now all I want, is to be... The ring on her finger. The reason behind her smile the breeze on a hot summer day and she's more than happy to have me she's grateful. I want to be the guy tagging her in cute pictures saying that's my babygirl.
That was for the readers this ones for you.
I'll show you this poem and you'll wonder why I wrote it. "You know I love you" and I know it's true. But nothing says I want you back like a poem with her name on it. you might be a princess But I'm not Mario and this is the right **** castle. I'm not leaving without you be my side. I love you.