It is 10:51 pm, and I am finally happy. Because you are mine.
Last night you were with your friends, who were high, but you weren't high. I know you don't do drugs because you're a good person, but I couldn't help but think you were high when you told me what you did.
You told me I was beautiful and that you wanted to give us a try. You said I was amazing and that you were falling in love with me. You made me feel special.
And sitting here thinking it through, I am so in love with you that it makes me sick to my stomach. I love your mind and your body and your soul and the way you love things. I love the way your hair sticks out in the back and the way you tell corny jokes to try and make me laugh.
You are mine.
YOU ARE READING
the book of heartbreak
Poetryi write in here when i get sad. (cover by elle) [ poetry #19 ]