1 and 2
Always together, never apart.
A one way street.
A bike has 2 wheels,
Never 3.
Looking at them, being around them.
It hurts.
I'm the number 3,
The one that doesn't have a partner.
My number 4 being lost in the universe.
Looking through the looking glass and seeing 1 and 2 loving each other.
A pain in my heart starts forming,
Tears start prickling from my eyes.
His eyes look at her with so much love filled within them,
I envy that.
I want my number 4 to look at me like that.
I look up, blinking the tears away.
I'm always just there,
Being the 3rd wheel who doesn't belong.
When is my number 4 coming?
I'm tired of being the alone number 3.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
