it's not the same.
when I ask him about death,
he doesn't give me 10 different theories
and all the reasons
the world is a simulation.
when I joke about my mental breakdowns
he doesn't counter that with a joke far more alarming,
he just laughs.
when I ask him about quantum physics
and what will happen the day the sun will swallow everything in,
he just shrugs.
when the conversation is close to dying,
he doesn't send memes abouth death and drugs
and the song he's listening to right now,
he just asks "what's up?".
it's not the same at all,
it's so much worse because
he's just not you.
or maybe I should just stop looking for you in every stranger.
he's not seen all my favourite movies,
but he wants to.
his playlist isn't sad like yours,
which means I don't love it at all.
but maybe it's time I stop loving things that are sad.
god knows I should stop loving you.
he doesn't make me listen
to how his heart undeservedly broke time and again
but this
comes as a relief.
I was letting
the girls of your past
break my unbroken heart.
he doesn't carry any scars,
so to him mine look like stars,
but maybe they've always been stars,
maybe you and I were just blind.
he isn't you
and I hate it.
but maybe the reason he's not you
might just be the reason it might work out this time around.
or maybe not.
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Words Unsaid
PoetryA collection of my poems about love, crushes, depression, feeling lonely and pretty much all the emotions I go through as an angsty teenager :P Hope you enjoy! I've been adding to this book since I was 15 (I'm 21 now). The poems get better as the b...
