Open letter to the boy I know so little of,
The first day of school I caught sight of your soft curly brown hair that bounced in the air while pulling the strings of my heart in synchrony. Your half crooked smile or your twitching eye, everything about you felt like home. When I told you how good you smell, you acted like you didn’t hear. But walked past and checked if you really did. You were never good with compliments.
Every time you told me how lucky you’re to have me, grabbed my face to tell me you love me, or told how my hand fits perfectly in yours, I thought I knew you.
You were a rose with the sharpest thorns but I didn't mind, for the rose in you was beautiful.
Was it a nightmare or do I need to accept that you are no more mine? All the words you uttered, slams my heart each day. Seeing you walk by as a stranger, makes my heart grow colder. The way you comforted my bruises with your kisses, taught me to look at my scars as tiger stripes all seems like a brutal memory. I bury our memories now gone cold, down a chasm. Before I could’ve turned to speak, you were already in her arms.
I had no choice but to let go.
Yours boo boo?. .
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