I was never there nor am I here now. I get noticed here and there but you have never seemed to notice me. When you finally did, later that day it was clear to me that you noticed someone else. You
Noticed them. You noticed both of them more than me. I wanted to be yours but clearly you belong to him and I belong to my curse. The curse of my kind. I'm just a ghost that wanted
you to notice me but you barley did. After it all happened i thought how stupid it sounded. You don't know who I am nor what I am yet I still wanted you. You didn't even know who I was yet
I still wanted you. I feel so stupid and childish yet hurt by this harsh reality that I accept. I accept that I am nothing to you, but you will always be something to me. A handsome face
and a painful memory. As I write I feel so foolish yet artistic. Humans are strange creatures. Emotions are a funny thing.
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The Dark Ages Volume 2 [Formerly "A Somebody's Journey"]
PoetryMaybe things will get better. Spoiler, it doesn't.