I should stop calling these thoughts
Dumb
I just really like you is all
And I'm afraid I'll **** things up
Like I always do
By telling you how I really feel
Or showing you every single thing
I've written about you
Cause that's how it's always been
Every romance ends with a poem
Instead of me
In their head
Or in their bed

Poetry held your hand
led you gently

away from the crowd
and when alone

kissed your lips
passionately

and ran through the forest
merrily laughing.

but she was tired
the kind of tired the moon must feel
when it takes shelter behind the clouds
its light shining through
but hidden;
obscured, it's energy lingering
halfway between good and evil-
a m y s t i c a l aura.

♡
. my
♡
. hand
♡
. on
♡
. your
♡
. chest;
♡
. warm
♡

I faded off into the night
Long before the sun ever set