I have a problem,
A very big problem you see,
I am a girl,
That has fallen in love with someone the same gender as me.
But that's not the problem,
The problem is,
She sees me as her sister,
A family of sorts,
It shatters my heart,
It tears it apart.
So this is where the love story ends,
Without its beginning,
Without its end.
I know some of you are saying I should tell her,
But how would that make it any better?
It would destroy the trust I built,
It could never be.
It could never work out in the end,
This is my fate.
Besides even if I wanted to tell her,
My heart simply would lie,
Because I wear a mask.
Without a doubt,
I'm finished,
I'm out.
I'm done for,
Disqualified from a race to win her heart.
I just hope that whoever wins,
Treats her nicely,
Cares for her with all their might,
Because the only thing that seems real about me,
Is the things I feel for the girl of my dreams.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
