i've never met someone
who has confused my heart as much as you do.
one moment i think it's starting to fall
into your open palms,
but the next second i'm yanking it away
before you can catch it.
the petals are crumbling between my fingers
as i pluck them from the stem of the flower,
wondering do i love him, do i love him not?
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Small Talk
Poetry❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry: sometimes i like to pretend that i can write poetry when there's things i want to get off my chest ]
