Feelings that are never ment to be shared

unrequited

Whenever you asked me, "What does that look mean?"
I thought you didn't understand.

But guess what?

You do know what it means, and you choose to ask.
You choose to tell me, "Don't look at me like that."

Because you know exactly what it means.
At last, you did what I feared most:

You left me

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with a broken heart,

millions of bleeding pieces

just screaming to be with you.