allure
angel eyes ♡
Does this even count as poetry? Lots of it was birthed from STUPID EMOTIONS, as you'll be able to tell. There may be some prose, but I doubt it. I'm not really looking for criticism unless I state otherwise in the post, but you can still tell me what you think if you so desire.
god, i miss you
how is it that i could miss you this much?
it will be months before we see each other again, and even then
fate will choose how closely our days string together
but at least it will be something
to fill this perfect hole in my head, or
to sew it up.
i still think about that night- do you?
you don't, or if you do,
it will be in memory of the concert
not in memory of me and you sitting in an empty hallway
with our hands almost touching.
not in memory of how we talked about nothing for an hour
not in memory of how we traded funny stories for secrets
i'll remember your black shirt, the button down kind with the collar,
how your eyes stayed on mine for that hour, how they are so pretty
and your lips, and your freckles no matter how much you hate them
and i hate thinking about you because it makes me feel like a
clueless little girl who can't get over a crush
like i'm poking at that hole in my head, ripping it wider
a/n: how did i make a crush this dramatic omigod
EDIT: no i did not write this to god i do not have a crush on god
i'm an atheist
like calm down
god, i miss you
how is it that i could miss you this much?
it will be months before we see each other again, and even then
fate will choose how closely our days string together
but at least it will be something
to fill this perfect hole in my head, or
to sew it up.
i still think about that night- do you?
you don't, or if you do,
it will be in memory of the concert
not in memory of me and you sitting in an empty hallway
with our hands almost touching.
not in memory of how we talked about nothing for an hour
not in memory of how we traded funny stories for secrets
i'll remember your black shirt, the button down kind with the collar,
how your eyes stayed on mine for that hour, how they are so pretty
and your lips, and your freckles no matter how much you hate them
and i hate thinking about you because it makes me feel like a
clueless little girl who can't get over a crush
like i'm poking at that hole in my head, ripping it wider
a/n: how did i make a crush this dramatic omigod
EDIT: no i did not write this to god i do not have a crush on god
i'm an atheist
like calm down
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