#dumblove
I met a boy –
in the middle of the ocean, with no prenotions.
Eyes soft as the waves –
rocking us down our way, smooth sailing my way.
I knew it wouldn’t turn into something bigger –
than a summer crush, a summer fling.
We were just living in the moment –
living young, wild, and free.
Out on the Caribbean –
where the sun shines brighter than I’ve ever seen –
I shared a kiss under the stars,
with a stranger, only at 17.
Didn't matter how many stories we told
bout the lives we lived back on the shore,
We were just basking in our short-lived loving –
lost on the ocean, my storybook romance –
I’ll forget your name, I'm sure you’ll forget mine,
but I won’t forget your face or our time.
No strings attached is a little too extreme…
It was just innocent lovin’ on the seven seas.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
*He isn't who I thought he was and I think that's what hurts most. I talked about him as if he put every star in the sky and knew them all by name. I always took pride in his dedication to me, to us. Everyone wanted a love like ours. Effortless. Enchanting. Constant obsessing over one another. But things changed and life happened and he became someone I don't know. He hurt me the most and it was silly of me to believe in him- that he could fix me. I have always known love could make a person mad, but holy **** I am going ******* insane. I'm disgusted with how much more I have loved him than myself. Chance after chance, his actions spoke louder than his words and he didn't choose me. You would think that hurts worse than anything, but wow... I was so sure I knew him. I was so sure of him, of us. And that, is what hurts the most*
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC