he tells me I'm nice
and funny
and unpredictable
and I feel warm.
(he doesn't
make me cry like you do
at least not yet)
he tells me he has a faulty memory
and a negligible attention span
but he listens
to my 3 minutes long voice notes
and asks,
"did you eat a cookie today?"
every single day.
(he doesn't forget to reply
on some days
doesn't leave me a waiting mess)
he writes the kind of poetry
I can only ever dream of writing.
so I brush off my writing as musings.
I brush off things, that's my thing.
but he holds on,
(when conversation gets
heavy
he doesn't laugh it off,
doesn't send a meme)
he asks me
to read him poetry every day.
I tell him I wrote 8 poems
about you
and you deserved none of them.
(you didn't know I write,
you never bothered to know)
then I pick up a pen
and write about him.
YOU ARE READING
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...
