My Poetry

~Eighty~

God the last three have been about you and, 
ooh, 
here's a new one. 

Still about you. 

I just, 
I can't think of anyone but you right now. 

All I can see is your dark brown eyes, and that hoodie you always wear. 
And all I can think about it how I stayed up all night long to talk to you on a night we had school, 
Yeah maybe it was love after all. 

But then again, 
it probably wasn't. 

And I'm probably in a faze right now,
liking you so much. 

It'll fade once I see what's his name on Monday, 
but til then I'll let my thoughts wander to you,
just for tonight. 
Just for today. 

I'm not falling for you, 
not again. 

But I sure as hell want to. 

I won't though,
don't want any trouble.

Plus,
long distance is hard,
especially for us.
I mean we're so young. 

But then again, 
you're the type of guy that'd transfer or skip class,
just for a girl. 
And that's butterfly inducing. 

You're really not a great person and I know this, 
but it's hard to take that into consideration after reading our old texts,
After thinking of all the moment we had back then. 

We were young, 
And maybe we didn't know if it was love, 
but what we had was something special, 

something close to the word that started with L. 

So, 

this is a long overdue confession my dear, 
I think maybe I truly did love you. 

I may have denied it then but I sure as hell don't now. 
So my love (13.1.20.20.8.5.23 ), 
143, past tense for you. 
And yup, it's true.