22/10/2017
Sometimes I don't remember
how it felt
the last time you looked at me the way you do
until you do it one more time
and everytime it happens
I feel myself falling for you a little more
every day
and although I always knew it was your eyes that got me the first time
even though they are just a chocolate brown, there's something about them
and looking right into your eyes each time
feels so familiar but so new
maybe because you've started giving me that intense look
that only you seem to pull off
like you used to
and maybe because I look back at you
like just being around each other is all it takes
to make me happy
or maybe it's just a different look altogether
the one where you begin to like someone
and they make your eyes shine
the irresistible smile that decorates your face
when on a dull morning, you see the one you feel yourself growing feelings for;
what if it's the starting stages all over again?
and I don't think you've realised
but it physically aches
to face each other a mile away but not to be able to touch you
and I don't know how it's possible
to look so good
without even trying like you do everytime
and I hate to see you sad
it breaks me little by little
knowing there's something that's got you down
and I can't console you
I can't hold you
and be the person you need to let it out too
and when i'm crying at the edge of my bed; I want to tell you too
I want you to console me
to hold me and be the person I let it out too
And although, I know we're not on the stage that friends are at
or the stage where two lovers can tell everything too
why can't we just be together?
especially since you've always been the one
even though sometimes I decline that myself;
it's a lie
you were everything I wanted and you still are
no one's taken your position
you engraved your name
with a blade that hurts so bad
but the pain is what i compromised with
along with the moments that mean the world to me
in the process where I fell in love
with you
YOU ARE READING
When There Was Me And You | Part 1
PoetryYou were my First Love; toxic, unhealthy for my state. But i learned Love from you; you taught me what it meant to spend nights crying at the edge of my bed and how it felt to really smile. ************************* This is a collection of poetry...
