The ink flowed heavily
My hand a pale white in contrast
Moving across the page.
Once. Twice. Thrice.
Not good enough, Again.
My hands shake as I hold it there
Rethinking.
No good no good no good
The days flew endlessly by
As I wrote my heart out,
Ink once as dark as night
Stained crimson by my own love.
Not good enough, again.
If only he knew me, saw me
Nothing.
No good no good no good
I decided i loved him
But he never returned the favour
His eyes never seeing
Never noticing
Why must it be this way?
Moonlight like ribbons
Illuminated my room
Making me regret
Making me wish differently
I watched the world go by
Lit streets and darkened corners
Staring back at me
Judging
The blood red letter sat
Mockingly on the sill, silently
I held my heart in my hands
And wallowed in the sorrow of
My wretched cursed love
Oh if only he knew
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