When I tell myself that i'm not falling in love with you,
it feels like the biggest lie I have ever told,
worse than any other phrase, sentence, or paragraph I've ever said.
But can I really be falling in love?
All the signs are there,
but aren't I much too young?
Too naive?
Is this really happening?
I can't help but feel what I feel,
I can't change how incredibly corny I sound.
But isn't the truth always the cliche?
And it's terrible to know you'll never feel the same way.
I can't believe it.
This is happening.
YOU ARE READING
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...