hii guys I'm sorry for my inactivity, my summer was really intense and busy but here's one of my last poems (technically the only one I could find) hopefully i'll be more inactive soon but I'm not sure. xo zephy
credits to me don't steal the poem ( scroll for poem ) To love is to break or to break is to love To live is to die and to die is to live If love was meant to break is breaking the meaning of love? Calling each other feels endless Silent and awkward He's my boyfriend, I'm supposed to act like he's my best friend and everything will be fine fine fine but ti doesn't feel like he's mine. When we call I call first When we end I hang up first He says "I love you" first and as I begin to say it back I don't know if I mean it. I should mean it when I say it I should mean it when I hold his hand I should mean it when I say bye as he walks me to class But I only meant it when I told him "YES!" as he asked me out. I know I like him I do. And I know he likes me too Any other hopeless romantic would kill for a guy like him So why can't I seem to know why I'm not into him anymore? If I love him then maybe breaking is for the better Because I'm breaking knowing that he loves me And the words feel empty when they leave my lips.
