diary entry // October 25th/16
He looked at me the way I always hoped
you would and that's when I knew
I didn't love you.
It sounds like a mean thing to say but
here I am writing it anyway.
Now all I see are brown eyes and jean jackets and shy faces
I've said it before and here I go again.
The broken won't love you
so you can stop hoping.
Though I'll admit I liked it better when he
was a stranger I didn't know
silently judging and heard stuff about.
Now I close my eyes and I see his
and I don't think I'm okay with this.
Tell me, tell me, what do I do?
And tell me was I wrong?
Thought I knew everything but now I see
Brown eyes, I want you to look at me
October days and fallen leaves,
smell of smoke in the air.
It's so much brighter now than it was yesterday.
I skip with a young girl's walk and
say it's complicated
and I don't have the time to explain.
I said I don't really
want to explain.