blue hours

I was either

too young or too naive

too selfish or too needy,

But your love was the thing I needed.

Never had I loved

someone’s eyes,

someone’s warmth,

someone’s heartbeat more

than I adored yours.

I am either

too emotional or too numb

and I can’t figure out

if your eyes still have

the same colour

or if your heartbeat’s

pattern is different.

I will pray to Heaven,

maybe even turn to Hell,

that you still are the same

person that I fell for

and am still,

endlessly,

falling for.

This poem is about: 
Me

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