My feelings are so grim
When I look at him.
Dare must I say it,
My feeling aren't ready to admit it.
I want him to look!
I want him to read me like a book...
To adore my reactions
I want to be his attractions
I want to be the reason he smiles
The reason he walks for miles...
Not Her!
I want to make his stomach whirr
Not HER!
I want to speak up.
I don't want to be his backup.
I want to be his main.
I want him to be so obsessed with me, that I'm in his veins.
The feeling of Athazagoraphobia
Makes me have a social phobia
Every time he texts me.
My feelings slowly drown in a black sea...
This miserable love story.
Fills my bones with such Fury.
I wish he could see I am a person too,
Not just a tool.
I write this alone,
Staring at my phone.
While My texts are still left open.
While I stay unspoken.
My fear makes me so blind.
It fills my mind,
I try to look attractive
But his games make him look so unattractive.
YOU ARE READING
NOT a Love story!
PoesíaThe poem is about a love interest who feels ignored and rejected by their crush, who seems to be attracted to someone else. The poet expresses the pain and suffering that comes with not being seen, loved, or valued by the one they care about. They w...
