its late at night,
and i was just thinking about you.
about us.
i was just thinking of the way,
you used to laugh at jokes,
with such heart and power.
still thinking i am about your eyes,
and how they gleamed with inspiration
and determination,
every time an obstacle went your way.
thinking how you smiled,
oh, how you smiled so toothy,
yet it was perfect for your chiseled-sculpted face.
i knew i wasn't enough for you, but i still chose to be on the sidelines,
cheering for you.
yet there were other cheerleaders there,
showing their spirits provocatively and attention seemed.
i still chose to be there for you,
even when i shouldve left and given up.
you were too busy in the shining light
that you left me in the darkness,
but i still fought for you.
yet you didn't even help with the battle.
or the war.
leaving me more broken and hurt every time.
again and again.
YOU ARE READING
To All the Boys I've Loved B4... And to the Almosts and What Could've Been(s)
Poetryinspired by the book "To All The Boys I've Loved Before", here is my love letters and the words i could not say to these boys. Hope you enjoy! Love, Yaya
