I'm tired of writing about love,
So this poem is different,
Instead I'll write something new.
I won't write about it.
About how I miss you,
The feeling bubbling up inside me,
And spilling out in the form of nostalgia.
About how I felt when you said those three words,
My emotions clawed at each other,
Trying to jump in and play,
Yet trying to hold themselves back.
About your promise to see me again,
And how suddenly my mind was in the clouds,
Wishing we were there together.
No, I won't write about it,
I'll write about something new,
After wanting to write about you.
started on feb 22 2019 at 1:04 am
