I pretend that the smile you give me doesn’t make my insides melt.
I pretend that the way my name rolls off your tongue doesn’t makes my heart leap inside my chest.
I pretend that I don’t want to run my fingers through your touseled waves.
It’s easier that way.
I try to not look in your eyes, because mine might reveal the secrets that I hide.
I try not to break into a smile everytime you come by.
I try not to talk to you every moment I get.
It’s easier that way.
I convince myself that you don’t make me happy.
I convince myself that I don’t want to taste your lips.
I convince myself that I don’t want you anymore.
It’s easier that way.
I lie
It’s easier that way.
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Loving You
PoetryShe loves him; he doesn't know. So she expresses it in the only way she knows how - Through her words.