𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝐼 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒿𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 burns for a̶l̶l̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶s̶o̶n̶s̶. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉. 𝒯𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑔𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒. 𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹. 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝐼 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜𝓂𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 "𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊"𝓈 𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈.
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Through my eyes
PoetryThrough my eyes is a short poem collection about obsessive love and obsession and riding the wave of falling in love and falling out of love. Even if it's not returned.
