Watching you be happy is a car crash.
It's horrible but I can't seem to look away.
Even when my heart breaks again I still manage to feel things for you with the leftover pieces.
I want to scream but also want to connect with you, so I'll stitch my mouth.
Being poetic is more than a look or a feeling or even a touch.
It's the understanding and the way words intertwine so when one is left speechless, the other can say exactly what they intended.
Your eyes are nice too, but how can I see them when your head is turnt watching her sleep.
Hopefully one day all the pieces will be gone and I can just be numb instead of feeling the way I feel for you.
That would be nice.
But so are your eyes.
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T.C. (Pseudonym) (
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Well written and expressed Great write
good poetry interesting write.
Nice piece with feeling. Hugs.
I love this one 🙂
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