Stop staring at me if you won't tell me something. Your eyes haunt me each night as I try to crawl into your mind. I can remember how your eyes creased during the night we both looked under the starry night. I can remember how your pink gums show because of your wide smile. I hate the fact that I love everything about you, but I don't even know if you noticed anything about me. Maybe you do, but I don't want to expect. I want to hear you say the words I'm waiting for. Though that time will surely be scary, I think it would be worth it.
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Events
PoetryA series of events that explores three stages of unrequited love. Written by my younger self. This has nothing to do with me now.
