She thinks she’s found the one only because he hurts her a little less than the last one
By Elizabeth Kefauver3 years ago in Poets
Our fights were duels, 10 foot long dinner tables, tears in our eyes, Our guns drawn harmlessly pointed at eachother,
I didn’t mean to think love hurt It was their fault Love to me is screaming behind closed doors quieting each other In hopes of not waking the kids
Always interested in the ones who would leave someone just like her daddy. Infatuated with expiration dates. There were three before you.
We decided to go to escape room and we stayed. I was busy find the clues about you. I was looking at the way your eyes lit up when you found something new.
The Elizabethans had a philosophy when you fell in love you became ill. When you were around, I had so many symptoms. Heart palpitations, aches, loss of appetite,
I miss him I miss him like the moon misses the sun I miss him like a lunatic misses his sanity I hate him I hate him for picking the cigarette back up
I miss the stories you told the way your eyes would glow when you made someone laugh. Its all you really ever wanted.
Come back and break my heart eventually. For now, let me lay in your arms in an unspoken love as we ignore the sound of our hearts
Someone else decided our fate because surely the boy that walked out that door wasn't you. He looked so much like you,
Why do i miss him when i know he doesn’t miss me
I expected you to walk out but somehow my twisted little heart shattered when you actually did.
