I hate that i love you, you want her, you need her
but i'll never be her
as she's the only thing you ever see, the only thing that matters to your life
and i saw us dancing in the air, laughing in delight, and here i was
dreaming again
despite i wasn't an angel as she was, i was the stars staring at lunar and sol loving you from afar, take me back to the night we met and then I could've show you what's inside my heart.
I tried to keep in mind how scared and hurt he was and decided to let her have that one, as she makes him happy and loved even if i'll be the one who suffers from behind.
he choose her and it was his decision to make, his life depends on it and I shouldn't be the one to ruin that.
i lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling confused on what am i doing wrong, why aren't i like those beautiful women with luscious, silky blonde hair with the pearly white smile and bubbly attitude that he loves.
The girl he pays so much attention to when she does nothing back, she has the perfect body every girl would wish for, the popularity we all want, the outgoing person she overall is, I doze off, picturing me as her.
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𝓝𝓸 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼
PoetryWhat runs through your mind every 10 a.m.? all the what ifs? why? how? all those hurtful moments where we want to scream and tell the world. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? and you woke up with tears rolling down your eyes. BROKEN.
