This is a story that I have written in a complicated way. I created a character that tackles their experiences about what it feels about being ghosted by someone. It is a collection of poems that tells a story about how ghosting someone can affect t...
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The First Infatuation Poem by Vince Ylaya
You're the first crush I've ever had, but you crushed me and sent me blended feelings. I felt like ice melting, in other words, I felt like I'm crying.
You're out there swimming, posting some skin, with the bio of "at my happiest". You're friends with Heaven, the heavenly friend.
This is the first time I wrote a poem about you and I just got to say, I miss the nerves I felt when I'm around you, and if you're somewhere, I hope you're truly happy and that someone is with you when you're out there.
Whatever you do, just do it; everything will follow through as you wanted. Just keep in mind don't be blue.
The last three letters of your name are the first letter of the three names on my full name. Aren't we just the same? Same birth month but a different day, years ago, I wanted you to stay.
I miss the nervousness of you walking by, without saying "hi". Wearing a red Nike, I wish you are really happy.
Watching you from the 4th floor to the 2nd floor, In just a blink of an eye, you're at the fifth grader's door, and I was nervously staring at the shiny floor.
I heard that you have a new girlfriend, according to my heavenly friend, I don't know if she's telling the truth, not so long ago I'm waiting and standing next to the photo booth, I wish you are my best friend so we could binge-watch "Sweet Tooth".
I'm happy for you, I hope it won't break you, same as you broke me that time when I was infatuated with you.
I thank you for the experience, I've learned something from it and hope you've learned something from it. One day we'll be friends, drinking tea, in some restaurant that has a view of a beautiful sea. I'll be cool and chill, I hope you're paying the bill. I just figured it out because it seems like what you like is what I like.
I kind of saw you but I didn't see you, I have dreamt about a guy aesthetically wearing a brown shirt, you walked by but you didn't flirt, the nerve came back, I'm wearing a white shirt.
I'm wearing slacks with a pair of black socks, I sat in my seat while watching the clock, boredom and boredom with a little bit of sorrow, looking back at the time I wish I could borrow. You're walking while I wrote this poem, I remember the time you were walking with your Nike and wearing a lot of denim.
My reaction to the gold necklace around your neck was like "What the heck!?". Isn't that the guy I have dreamt of, standing on the deck? I still want you to pay me a little respect. I dedicated this poem to you, I'll finish it when I'll see you.
I finally saw you, and you are avoiding me, where the hell are you going? what the hell are you doing? Why are you avoiding it? Can't we just sit, and talk about it?
You know what, never mind, I'm over with you, and I hope you are too.
