It’s 2 AM and I can’t fucking sleep again
It’s 230 AM and I can’t fucking think of anything other than you
again
It’s 3 AM and why the fuck did you kiss her
not once
or even twice
It’s 330 AM and why the fuck did you leave
for the first time
It’s 4 AM & I can’t help but wonder her thoughts when she met with your soft sweet lips
or if she looked you into your eyes
Did she see the galaxies I saw?
or did she glance away as if they were just another set of brown eyes
They are not just fucking brown
they are the fucking universe with thousands of stars
You are not just a boy
she is just a girl
It is now 430 AM and I’m shaking
again
I look down at myself and can see me rotting away while the bones begin to show
because you filled me with flowers and left
with nobody left to water them or feed them
It’s 5 AM and I’m on the floor screaming for you
I love you I love you I love you
She is just a girl and so am I
but I see the way your eyes light up once your favorite song comes on
I notice the way your laugh changes when something is funny
and when youre being tickled on your leg
Does she know where to touch you?
Does she see the fucking stars on your body?
Can anybody see you how I do?
No
because you are not just a boy to me
You are the fucking galaxy compacted in the body
of the most wonderful man
It’s 530 AM and I realize I can’t sleep without you
YOU ARE READING
Games to the Mind ✔
PoetryHave you ever wondered what it's like in someone's mind? What its like for a girl or boy growing up? How it feels to be rejected, hurt, cheated on, loved well this is a collection of poems about my childhood to now. Let's take a dive into my mind. u...
