i spend my nights with you
but day dream about somebody else
i’m falling in love with you
but i’m already in love with him
i can’t begin to explain the thoughts that race through my mind
when i talk to you about something that he would’ve loved
but you don’t really care at all
and that’s fine
it’s just that he was my best friend
and now we walk past each other in the halls
as if we’re strangers
no one around us would be able to tell that his laugh is my favorite laugh
that him and i have spent vacations together
and that we baked, cried, and spent months in each other’s arms
now i spend my nights with you
but i’m dreaming my days away about him
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
i spend my nights with you
but day dream about somebody else
i’m falling in love with you
but i’m already in love with him
i can’t begin to explain the thoughts that race through my mind
when i talk to you about something that he would’ve loved
but you don’t really care at all
and that’s fine
it’s just that he was my best friend
and now we walk past each other in the halls
as if we’re strangers
no one around us would be able to tell that his laugh is my favorite laugh
that him and i have spent vacations together
and that we baked, cried, and spent months in each other’s arms
now i spend my nights with you
but i’m dreaming my days away about him
This is a really old poem, but I hope that anyone struggling to move on from their first love finds comfort in this and knows that it’s okay to be confused.
