Through the hallways I often see you,
you notice me immediately.
How cruel of fates for us to meet,
after knowing we'll never be.
You'll ask me how I am,
I'll tell you "I'm fine",
but I'm numb inside.
I'll ask you the same question back,
you'd smile with your eyes,
and tell me you're alright.
I don't feel you in my life anymore,
I don't need you anymore.
Though a part of me wants you
want to be friends with you again,
but ever since I submit to the truth,
we're back to being strangers again.
-Hopeless Romantic Weary Writer of Hearts to the clueless boy who I once befriended.
YOU ARE READING
it's one-sided, so I'll hide it.
PoesiaThings I'll never tell you, but share to the world in anonymity.
