don't know what's higher;
the number of words
i've written about you
past 2 am,
or the number of tears
i've cried over you,
or the number of beats
you've made my heart skip;
or me
at that party,
couple weeks ago,
when it hit me
that you'll never want me
as much as i want you,
and i came
crashing back down
onto the cold,
tile floor
and
sha tt ered.
5/8/18
YOU ARE READING
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 - (𝟎𝟎𝟏)
Poetry"𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭." a poetry book of sorts. full of emotions and 3 am thoughts. a glimpse at my heart if you will. have a look if you'dlike. *lowercase intended
