How can I explain
Every time
You say something
I think you're sending
Me these hidden messages.
Every time you catch my
Eye
I think it's because you were
Looking at me
First.
Every time your
Hand grazes mine or we
Bump shoulders in the corridor,
I think it's the universe
Trying to tell us
That we're supposed
To be
Together.
Because
No matter how
Much I
Pretend,
Part of me will always
Like you.
But maybe I'm the
Only one hearing
The universe.
Or maybe
You just
Refuse to
Listen.
Or maybe
I'm just allowing
Myself to
Fall in love
With someone
Because
I want
Someone to want
Me
Back.
(Found under Chloe's record player)
YOU ARE READING
Faded
Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}
