Poetry

I feel like I’m the hobby you’ve been doing for a long time so you’d feel bad just giving up on it but it’s not much fun anymore.

I feel like a cheap watch you only bought for travelling so your Rolex couldn’t get stolen and you still have a way to tell the time.

I feel like I’m the worst option for you to choose. You make me feel like I’m the worst option for you.

At least I am an option, right ?

shall stop beating

the moment

I stop loving you

The only difference is that it hurts more than it hurt then Because I’ve promised you my whole life and I thought that you’d keep your promise too

The same part of the sky

But I’m not sure if that’s good or bad

It was something new

Your lips touched mine just as light as a feather would’ve

But damn

My heart was yours

Even six years ago,

as a child,

my heart was yours

And your lips are still so soft to the touch

Your eyes still look like blue crystals

But I like to think that he’s my destiny

My future

My saviour

It scares me though because I’ve never had these positive thoughts when looking at my reflection

Because with him I can smile and it hurts a little less

all this happened within just a few weeks...