“I’ll wait for you to ask me to marry you. Always have been. You make up all my constellations even though you’re gone….I’ll be passing through the last place you were where you had been taken. Being with you is just my imagination running softly through coffees and unrequited thoughts and papers due every class period. And you dominantly stole my heart. He kept a lot of secrets just like her but the secrets they kept was actually in them. I couldn’t help though but keep them. It is unattainable to be attainable and unachievable to be achievable, but what if a fire were to be rekindled in its place? Whereas, what if a match had struck? And to make all my nights worse than I could imagine…. I was drunk before I got there. And I was drunk while looking at him. After you, my lovers became old and unrequited and sometimes you will understand that unrequited lovers know no boundaries. I see new beginnings with you just when you’re feeling at your oldest and at your worst.
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