little did he know he had captured the heart of a girl who fell for the words he was writing to someone else
- oh heart, why this one
a.r.
“Oh, but you don’t know. You don’t know what your ocean eyes and innocent smile could do to a girl like me; A girl who overthinks every little thing.”
A.M. {hope}
your ghost
still leaves kisses
on my cheek to
make sure
i never
forget you
a.r.
I’d love nothing more than to hold your heart in my hands, to finally have something good in my life. But I can’t. For I’m too afraid that with one touch, your light will disappear and you’ll fade away; Because I’ve learned that everything I love always leaves me broken, in the dark.
A.R.
let’s hide under the covers of stolen glances and goofy faces,
the uncontrollable laughter and obvious admiration,
while we endlessly argue the fact that we are not in love
- to my ‘almost’
a.r.
my heart clenches every time i read a poem he dedicates to the beautiful rose girl
whilst i sit here with broken, ink stained fingers, continuously writing about a boy who will never write a sentence for the plain daisy girl
- is it love or envy
a.r.
any trace of you is burned into the back of my mind with the pen i used to write our love story
A.R. {all six hundred and thirty pages}
“how do you expect me to remember how to breathe when you’re looking at me like that?”
- A.M. {you}
“Your eyes are far too pretty to be wet by those who didn’t realize what they had.”
- a.m. {they don’t deserve you}
“i'm growing real tired of pretending i'm not in love with you.”
A.M. {can you see me?}
“I will never fall in love with him,” my mind vows.
And then my heart murmured, “My dear, when will you realize you already have?”
A.M. {you can’t fool your own heart}