YOU, WHO I COULD NOT LOVE
and so again, you creeped into my mind like a headache, leaving my head throbbing and dizzy,
reminding me that you are embedded into me, and no amount of time will erase the curve of your smile after we embraced or the emptiness of your brown eyes when i turned back to look at you one last time.
i wrote poems about you, and strangely they all spoke of love and romance. something quiet. something steady. they came into my mind at a time when my heart was not quite ripe yet and i still could not figure out if you were all that they said love could be.
i saw you again today. you looked better than before, a little different, but you still wore the same melancholy expression on your face. my heart ached for a moment, but it was not because i missed you or because i am reminded of how much you loved me, but because i could not bring myself to love you back.
YOU ARE READING
The Skin On Our Bones
Poetry"i have a feeling this might be a big mistake, or maybe, if we're lucky- something star-crossed." a small collection of poems written by a silly girl.
