i already knew it was there
when i'd started stealing glances
at your reactions to things that were
insignificant and
when i'd find myself walking towards you while
pretending you weren't there
and when i'd look
at everyone
except you
while talking and when i'd
complain viciously about how
irritating you were
to our friends.
when i'd been so quiet
and loud and
ashamed
and angry and
when i'd replayed
every
interaction
again
and again and
again in my head and when i'd convinced myself
that you loved me.
when i'd convinced myself that
you must hate me.
from that moment on i knew it was there
i knew it and i felt it
start as a trickle that i halfheartedly tried to seal
i felt it as a thought,
a thought hastily closed away that eventually grew into dreams,
desires,
memories
of your lips and breath
mingling on my neck,
your fingers on my goosebumps,
your voice shaking my skull with echoes,
memories of your hair twisting in my hands and your body reverberating in my spirit,
of skin and
sweat and
heat
and wetness
and tingles and burning.
memories of things
that have never happened
memories i've given up on
trying to forget.
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Love Hate & Everything in Between
Poetrywe all have those words. ones that are best left unsaid. ones that should be said, yet aren't. ones that ruin lives, and ones that save them. here are some such words. words of love words of hate and everything in between ~~~ im rewriting these fou...
