It isn't anything like what I expected;
no cravings
for ice cream
or sad movies,
no teary eyed
goodbyes
or staying up all night.
Can it really be heartbreak
if he's not the one
that broke my heart?
I keep thinking that I'll get hit with a sudden urge to go cry in a corner or watch The Notebook or something like that, but I only feel really quiet inside.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
1 comment:
OMG I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN!!!!!! it's like you just wrote one of my experiences, i have nothing else to say.
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