Happy Valentine's everyone. :)
Sometimes I say that he's not the one.
Well, of course he isn't ; we're young.
But sometimes I feel
That I couldn't love anyone else in that way.
Sometimes when I need to ignore him
And get him out of my head,
And try to distract him with someone else,
He always comes back.
Sometimes I say he likes me back
Just to make me a tiny bit more motivated
But it never really works and it'll never happen,
Because I know he only recognizes me as a friend.
He's not the one.
I know I'm lying but I need to think that way.
I know it will never happen and I know he won't like me back
But I'd really like him to.
YOU ARE READING
Evergreen Summertime
ŞiirMy hopeless love for him is evergreen. It grows even more in the summertime. Poems and short stories. So just stick around for a while, you may find a place here too.
