C-L-S

You look like a poem 

I wrote at night 

the stars are trapped inside 

those eyes of yours 

and I can't seem to look away 

You look like a poem 

I wrote at night 

We keep going around in circles.

Endless do you like me and what should we talk about,

Endless pretending there is no tension in our texted phrases.

Never really understanding how we ended up here,

and the pale pink is fading from the morning sky

the same way the words from the song i sang about you

under my misty-cold breath

died on my lips. i wonder if i would've waited forever,

I know the rules and rights are 

The same:

For boys and girls

And everyone in between,

We are supposed to stand

On the same uneven ground,

I don't hate you. I never have, I promise.

There's moments, glimpses, murmurs in my head

that I think maybe

maybe I hate you