Write
When I write
It's generally night
No light in the room
But my phone screen or laptop
I shove myself back into April
When everything went wrong
When I learned of mistrust,
And that secrets don't stay for very long
I get angry
I cry
So I have to write alone
It starts with a few lines
A trickle
But in the end
It just flows together
Invisible Ink
My love doesn't love me. I thought he was letting on more than he said, but clearly my mind was against me. The worst part is, he knows, and it breaks him that he's unintentionally inflicting so much pain on me. I only told one person, since I'm bad at keeping things in, but apparently she was the wrong choice. She took my words in invisible ink and put a light to the letters to I wanted to ignore and showed it to all I knew, including him. My deepest secret had to do with matters of the heart, and so it was fate that it would break it too. I still act as if no one knows. It adds stability to my life, now shaken by the fact to he's trying to see if by avoiding me, he can hurt me less than he did when acting as if there was nothing between us, when in reality it's worse. I would still give him the world now, even though we haven't talked in two weeks. Hopefully this infatuation goes away soon. It must.
And You Never Will
Love, what do
You do now
I miss you
What would have
Come of us
If you stayed
If you were
Here with me
Together
You are my
Everything
Even now
But that one
Dreadful day
You had news
"I'm moving
All the way
To LA."
Your smile shone
Your eyes glowed
My heart fell
How could this
Happen to me
I love you
Now you're gone
My heart aches
You don't know