I'm tired of loving her, but I can't stop. I've tried to move on, to forget her, to find someone else, but nothing works. She's always in my mind, in my heart, in my dreams. She's the only one who ever made me feel alive, who ever understood me, who ever accepted me for who I am. But she doesn't love me back. She never did. She loves someone else, someone who doesn't deserve her, someone who'll hurt her, someone who doesn't care about her. And I can't do anything about it. I can only watch from a distance, hoping that she'll be happy, even if it's not with me. I can only suffer in silence, hiding my pain, pretending that I'm fine. I can only keep loving her, even if it kills me.
Aman~
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What's Between Me And Her~
PoetryThis poem delves into the theme of addiction, specifically focusing on the speaker's addiction to the dopamine rush that comes from receiving a message from someone they are infatuated with. The poem explores the intense feelings of withdrawal and p...
