Confessed
Poem by Vince YlayaWe are 2 years apart
I am 2 years running
Chasing his track,
The darkness is coming.I like you, but I don't want you to know.
You might turn as cold as snow.
All these shivers, butterflies, and electric feelings might turn into sorrow.They say "Just Confess"
And if I do my world would turn into a freaking mess.
I don't want any more stress.
I don't want to cry because I confess.I did confess,
Unfortunately, my world did turn into a freaking mess.
Come on, give me more stress.
I'm standing here without a dress,
Solving this mess.Telling my best friend "I'll move on"
But I'm still staring at your picture on my phone.
The crisis has begun,
Shouting my breath away
"Please be gone!"
Forgetting you is so hard to be done.My eyes are red,
My head is aching,
Half dead in my bed,
Loving you is damaging.Loving you is a sin,
I'm all alone, singing, and shouting,
Thinking about what could've been.
Do you really wanna know what happened on December 16?
I was just 15
Being Dumb, not knowing that they were talking behind the scene.Loving you is a curse,
You are so beautiful,
Wishing this moment to reverse,
Loving you is sorrowful.He caught my attention,
He likes my vibe,
But he didn't want me as a wife.
I want to stare at the moon and stars.
Experiencing this crazy ride.Now out of the blue,
I'm crying because of you.
Staring at the moon and stars,
I will be able to forget these scars.
I will be okay, maybe someday.Dear Senior High Guy,
I will be okay.
I should be okay.
I must be okay.
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