Perhaps..
Just maybe...
I like you so much.
But at the same time...
I'm not even remembering that you're around.I like you.
But I forget all our moments together.I like you.
But I don't even think 20% of my day about youI like you.
But I don't care if you hate me.I like you.
But I don't mind if you just leave.This means...
I don't even know what I feel.
I can kiss you like a vampire in love with his human.
But I can also do what you did.
Take all your energy and willpower and walk away.
You did it...
And I don't care at all...
It doesn't hurt me...It's no wonder I wrote you a stupid poem, instead of crying at your feet.
...
perhaps...
I would never have felt...
If you flirted with me...
But, you became my favorite person...
I know it.
but go away.
Never come back.
Before they both get more upset than they already are.Goodbye.
With love, Passion
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METAPHORICAL POEMS TO GET RID OF PESSIMISM
Historia CortaDo you know when you don't know your own verbalization? I just know that I don't know how to verbalize it. Verbalize. To speak. To write. How can I say something if I don't know what I feel?! my throat hurts from it.