last night i was talking about you
my friend knows everything about how i feel
and we share our crushes and anecdotes.
funny thing, i had just said you didn't reply anymore
or, not as much as you used to,
which was a shame.
ding! your name on my screen
and a few messages later, you were finally
telling me
the words i had been fearing to read
but expected.
playing with fire has always been my thing, has it not?
and disappointment after disappointment
eventually erases the pain.
you warned me anyway
that's what i get for being stubborn.
now i'll have to fight the unrealistic romantic fantasy
the ghost of your smile, the compliments, the agony
forget everything - our conversations, your laughter, and our alchemy
i'll gather them, put them in a box, and bury
the feelings that grew in captivity.
she's everywhere; i'll have to repaint the walls of sensuality
with the colors of depravity.
YOU ARE READING
Mind of a Wanderess - A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis book is a collection of the poems I write, whenever my muse and my mood tell me to do so. Here, in this book, you can have access to a young woman's thoughts and feelings. /warning: my style is very random, and most of my poems are written in o...
