Lo-fi Hip Hop is soothing my nerves as I think about you. I think about the things you said, and the things you did. They’re all just a memory now. I think about your tantalizing stare, and the way the corners of your eyes wrinkled when you smiled. I think about all the attempts you made to figure me out. A whisper here and a nudge there. Your playful teases and dirty jokes. They’re all just a memory now. I sit and wonder what could have been. What could still be…but it’s far too late, and it’s all my fault. You were so patient and kind. Careful to me and careful around me. You made sure I was ready, and I made sure you were warned. You received the message once you felt the cold breeze escape my heart. I was blind to your beauty, your kind soul, and your sensitive reception of my feelings towards you. Now I sit here replaying those moments in my mind. I curse at myself for the way I treated you, and all those times I neglected your sweet presence. It’s not right, but it’s fair. You weren’t mine to keep, and maybe you weren’t mine to have. Just know my mind has been coaxed, and my heart has been soaked in your delicacy. You speak // I’ll listen You hug // I’ll embrace Your kiss // I’ll cherish every second of it It’s selfish of me to say I want you now. The truth is I’ve always wanted you, but now I believe I can have you.
Next spring break I’ll break for you. Just don’t leave me broken.
Note from editors
Welcome to the online edition of Frostburg State University's Bittersweet Arts Magazine. Every day our students, faculty, and staff strive to make the world a little brighter through music, writing, painting, performing, and a myriad of other forms of expression. It is our hope that this edition captures the beauty that lives on Frostburg State University's campus.
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