Dear You…
Dear you,
Today I woke up in search for a meaning.
I find myself still turning on my righthand side and expecting to meet your eyes, but instead I am met with my yellowish walls.
I tell the world I hate you and I speak your name like an evil secret, however a small part of me hiccups words of sappy love.
I hated the way you laughed and the way you smiled, most importantly the way your lips felt like they belonged to mine, but I loved the way you made me feel.
I am now an emotional wreck and I am scared to turn to my face in the mirror,
Because I swear my lips are still bruised.
Today I woke up in search for a meaning.
I find myself still turning on my righthand side and expecting to meet your eyes, but instead I am met with my yellowish walls.
I tell the world I hate you and I speak your name like an evil secret, however a small part of me hiccups words of sappy love.
I hated the way you laughed and the way you smiled, most importantly the way your lips felt like they belonged to mine, but I loved the way you made me feel.
I am now an emotional wreck and I am scared to turn to my face in the mirror,
Because I swear my lips are still bruised.