Poetry, Quill, Write Ups

01:02

He had this habit of
thinking a way too much ,
Holding an unlit cigarette
in one hand ,
Putting another one over
my shoulder ,
Making weird star formations ,
As we used to stare at
night sky ,
He’d play his favorites of
70’s on his phone ,
Twirling and dancing with me
everytime
Fooled around and fell in love
would play ,
And then staring at me
with his goofy smile

He’d come to my door
at 2 am ,
When I didn’t show up
that night ,
Held my hand and pulled
me with him ,
Took me to our spot ,
Saying
I was really fooled around and fell in love
And I ,
I’d be thinking of all
the ways to tell him ,
I couldn’t love him the way
he wants me to .

One thought on “01:02”

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