And here I am, laughing and being happy. I'm talking to a cute boy with brown hair and green eyes, thinking he looks like a boy with potential.
But, something feels empty. I feel empty. I look around, looking for that familiar face of the boy I used to be with.
Why? Why am I looking for this other boy while enjoying myself with this cute boy right in front of me? And then I realize: oh yeah, I'm still in love with the boy who broke my heart and left. // excerpt from a book I'll never write #10
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PoetryThis "story" will contain excerpts of a book, and they're all written by me. They don't follow any storyline, just a lot of feelings put into words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Our love was like an ocean, I thought it was endless, deep, and...
