he sits across from me,
teasing me with his deep, brown eyes,
unintentionally peeling away the layers of my heart,
and he burns them when he's done.
Why does he do it?
Don't ask me.
Ask this poor thing,
barely thudding in my chest,
about to go insane with the agony.
I ruined my chances,
watched them all go away,
with every second of the pointless day.
He tortures me with his actions,
smiling casually like we were never in love,
there's about to be a hole torn through my chest,
where i will tear out this poor old heart.
My love for him is still strong,
as strong as the day is long,
no matter the hurt he put me through,
cant take this any longer.
Stop doing this,
your playing me like a game of chess.
The moves are pointless,
just to knock over the tallest piece, the king.
You do this, too, you know,
you make your confusing moves,
only on the way to my king, my heart.
this is based on real life. it's about cole, who sits across from me in reading, doing just what i described.
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Because like,you don't even like Cole anymore.
Teehee.