whelve
to bury something deep;
to hide it
you were my first girl crush
so innocent
but so oblivious
i pushed aside my feelings because i knew you would never feel how i felt.
you went for that boy who
doesn't even notice when
your voice cracks from sobbing
and your legs shake when you're nervous.
i hate him because
no matter how horrible he treats you
i'll always be the second choice
or no choice at all.
is it jealousy i feel?
jealous of my own cousin and his love?
you were supposed to be my first love
not his.
i wonder if you have even thought of me that way
or am i just a friend
you keep me close because
my love feels similar
to the comfort you crave
after you take him back
for the millionth time.
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Lacuna | Lorenzo Berkshire
PoetryA set of poems collectively written over time by Lorenzo Berkshire. Lacuna (lack-una) {noun} a blank space, a missing part or hole. I do not own Lorenzo Berkshire. Lorenzo was made by -babynaomi in a fanfic called filthy. All rights of the charact...
