I wish I knew the vibrant you. the guy that existed before your heart was torn into two. I want to know the real you but I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of waiting on you to become comfortable with handing over the pages of your book. Are you still writing your rough draft or do you feel as if you aren't worthy enough to be read? I want to flip through the pages of your story and analyze every single detail, every single heart break, every single moment you were happy, every single moment you were sad and lost. I wish I knew the vibrant you. The "you" from school. The "you" from hanging with the jock crew. The "you" that made everyone warn me that you were bad news. But I still thought you were worth it. I still thought you deserved a chance to be taken off the shelf. I still thought you were worth reading. Sometimes I look at you while you're sleeping. Like damn, God made such a beautiful person. I felt like God saved me for you, but instead he saved me FROM you.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts unspoken
PoetryHere lies the words of my thoughts. Here lies the words I have not spoken. I hope these words heal your soul and make you whole again.
