Ok, so I've said it.
Not like you didn't know.
I broadcast my feelings on channel 4,
on my face,
can't say no.
And now you know I get j******,
so what's left to play dumb?
Nothing's left,
just two kids,
in love.
But it's never that simple,
is it?
We've got gaps in our hearts
that the others aren't filling.
And my gaps might be filled
by your laugh and your eyes.
But we'll never know.
For the best?
But I'd still buy to try.
So what, I could break your heart?
You could also break mine.
My indecisiveness,
your unknown weaknesses,
but I still want to try.
I don't know why but I want
a Christmas with you.
I want a tree that's ours
in our living room.
I want to dress up
and see the look on your face
when you realize you can't have me,
but you still own me in ways.
We probably won't get to try.
I'll most likely never
get to call you mine.
But just remember,
when I look at you,
a part of me will always wish
that you were my first.
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The Tempest Collection
PoetryIt's icy and suddenly it's my job to clean it up. Good thing I sort of know what I'm doing now.