#inkandcappuccino
Perhaps I fell in love with parts of you
That made me feel like the way I do.
The way you frustrate me
When you prefer not to see
How I look at you with sympathy,
Because she chose to break your heart
And now you’re torn broken and apart.
The way you make my poetry stink,
because I ran out of words to think,
your name solely runs in my mind
other rhymes I cannot find.
I should write about what I feel
and stop trying to understand you
Perhaps I couldn’t and never will
Make you feel like the way she do.
The way you make me stay stirring
Until four in the morning,
Just to listen to the stars tell me
How your current heart is mourning.
I’m always here for you
when you’re happy
angry
silent
and blue.
I care for you
At least, I hope you knew.
But why is it that the more I let you see
All these little parts of me
The more you silently cry
And leave me wishing for good bye?
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC