I’m sorry that I love you.
I’m sorry that I check my phone every 5 seconds
For blue checks
Keep your last seen flashing.
I’m sorry that your voice is the only one
I want to hear
When you whisper in my ear.
I’m sorry that your arms are my favorite place
Your strong shoulders
That I can fall into.
I’m sorry that I fell in love with your smile
Dimples on either side
That makes my heart smile too.
I’m sorry that you’re my first thought every morning
What I think about at night
And in between.
I’m sorry that you don’t feel that too.
So I just wanna say I’m sorry I love you.
I’d stop
If I could.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Political Thirty-Three
Inevitable? A woman named Good is lost. Unforgivable. * Note: I don't think that I have to explain this one to anyone noting recent news, but I have included a video link below for future generations who can still feel empathy and compassion for someone who got caught up in history. And I was just too angry to say more with this piece.
By Kendall Defoe 3 days ago in Poets
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Dark Memoirs - Index There are at least two kinds of people in the world: those who write this half-arsed kind of intro to a story that looks to separate the rare and the norm, and those who realise it's an overused framing device and don't.
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