she danced with a guy til dawn
but at the back of her mind
she wishes it was your hands around her waist,
your arms pulling her closer to you,
your chin on her shoulder,
your heartbeat she's listening to,
your body she hugged so tight,
you she was flirting with all night.
and even though you shattered her heart into pieces,
she was still hopelessly hoping it was you.
it has always been about you.
ain't that a little pathetic for someone who decided the break-up?
found this writing in my 2018 journal and i want to share this to you all. i wish i could have formal education in writing so it's not cliche as this.