Tuesday, May 4, 2010
to the boy who broke my heart, and is about to break it again
in a perfect world,
we would be together.
you would spend both morning and nights with me,
and saturdays making me laugh with your predictable at the same time paradoxically spontaneous demeanors.
but i don't live in a perfect world,
in the world i live in,
three years ago,
you broke my heart,
and right now,
you're about to break it again.
maybe in that perfect world,
your teases would mean something,
instead of just words you type at night,
when you're feeling bored.
maybe you would talk to me every night,
instead of random days,
maybe you would try to make all my days beautiful,
because you actually care.
maybe our fingers would fit perfectly,
and the songs we listen to would mean something more
to both of us,
and not just me.
maybe i wouldn't sleep so late,
and wake up exhausted,
from waiting for you to say hi,
when you don't
maybe everything you said
would mean something.
because maybe for once,
i would mean everything in the world for you.
i love you most ardently, 9:45 PM.
